sun & flower

the sun promised
the flower
it would always stay

and the flower
believed it—

opening slowly
learning light
like love
was something
it could trust

but night came
like it always does

and the warmth
left without asking

no warning
no apology
just absence

and the flower—
still turned
toward where the sun
used to be—

whispered,
you said you’d stay

over and over
until the dark
felt like an answer

it called it a lie

because it didn’t know
how to name
something that leaves
and returns
like nothing broke

it didn’t know
that the earth
would keep spinning

even when promises
felt like they didn’t

JMS