It will happen any day now.
I wonder if I should have killed her already.
My thoughts race in my mind like some matchbox cars on a one way track that has no end. I think of the days we shared together...her and I....the love I offered her and the way she returned her love for me...her entrusted caretaker.
I look at her and see in her the age that has taken away her youth and future. Her future now is her legacy she will leave behind. Yet...still somehow...when my eyes fall upon her stems and leaves and her oh so pretty flowers...I see in her all that I saw when she was delivered unto me on a cold day in April.
I see spirit...I sense vibes...I connect with her somehow on a different level. A level one can only understand if they have the compassion to appreciate in their hearts.
As I stare at her...I marvel at her main top. I wonder, "will I ever, in my life again, be blessed with such a beautiful girl... a girl with the main stem that resembles a small building tucked away in a cloudy day amongst a cityscape of walls?"
Will I ever again, ever...have another girl like her?
This evening, I went to bring an end to this story of love between a man and his plant. The time to write the final chapter is upon us.
Yet as I stood before her, her aged grace couldn't hide the beauty in my eyes as they fell upon her.
She looked as lovely as ever....as glamorous as they come. A girl whose image shall forever remain emblazened upon my minds eyes.
The simple truth is....I couldn't take her.
I just couldn't.
Maybe tomorrow.
Just not tonight.
