Peace

That sunflower came to terms,

With the unchanging truth.

She doesn’t need to change.

I’m watching her grow as a person,

Did she plant a bomb in my chest?

Or is there a timer somewhere in my head?

Thoughts of this ending haunt me,

As if it’s something bad, when it’s not.

There’s always a happy ending in stories.

This ride is going to end,

It can’t be stopped.

Not by me, and not even her.

Maybe it’s us; her and I

If something like us is even possible,

Can we stay like this forever?