Blossoming into a flower
without sun and rain, 
then die...
how can they forget? 
gasping for air,
still no retaliation,
weak and bare...
missing the unmissed,
rings and rings
unanswered...
silenced by
baffled thoughts
on a dolorous day..
seeking answers 
to bloom again.
time, 
so precious
none this way,
just certain days...
can't complain,
like a homeless man
with a box...
a day will come
eventually when love will stop 
suffocating the flowers
and allow them to blossom,
finally at last....