Sunflower.

I once

bought a

sunflower to

give it to

a girl,

she said

she liked it

and it was

her favourite.

The sun

was over

our heads

that day

in the sky.

The clouds

were nowhere

to be seen.

We held

hands like

they do

in the movies.

And walked

the lengths

of the park

which had

no sunflowers.

She had

to go

she said,

it was late.

And I complied,

foolishly.

She thanked

once more

for the sunflower

and told me

she liked it,

it was her favourite.

The sun,

that day

eventually set

upon the park

with no sunflowers.

With what

seemed an

overcast sky,

I received

a call on

my telephone.

It was her,

and that

moment,the

thundering clouds

did not

bother me.

She said,

she had

a good time,

but she

could not

meet me

anymore.

She said,

she liked

the sunflower,

but the rose

was

now her

favourite.

And then

the clouds

thundered

muting her

voice over

the phone.

It rained dogs,

that night

and it seemed

that the sun

would never

come up again.

And I never

bought any

girl a sunflower

since then.