Should I?
The sun is warmer now...
and she has been so patient —
watering, whispering things I pretend not to hear.
I feel the urge rising,
a tickle at the tips of my stems...
but blooming is no small gesture.
It’s a commitment, a declaration.
What if I give everything and it’s too soon?
Too much?
Still… I see how she looks at me, hopeful.
Maybe one flower —
just to test the air...
just to show her I see her, too.
