The Bloom That Never Was
Love reached out, yet the hands before it
remained still—neither grasping nor letting go.
Not a rejection, not an embrace,
only the quiet weight of nothingness...
No harsh words, no cruel laughter,
just the emptiness where warmth was once imagined...
Perhaps love was never meant to bloom there,
but still, it grew—wild, relentless,
stretching toward a sky that never opened.
And yet, love never comes when it is called,
always slipping away, always one-sided...
Left unanswered, left unwelcome—
a bloom rejected before it could grow.
The wind blows freely, chasing wonders unseen,
but never for the bloom, never to carry it away.
Still, the bloom waits, roots sinking into shadow,
watching the wind dance with others—
never once stopping for what was once its own...
𝔒𝔥, 𝔪𝛾 𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩— 𝔏𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔞