Sunflower

She stayed

She was standing up in front of closed store

Mumbling in silent

And praying he will come back for once

She stayed little bit more

And she was waiting

And she was waiting

And she was waiting

And she was staying while the city light was turning off and waiting with her

She stayed with phone in right hand and sunflower in left hand

He ever said that it’s his favorite of flower; replacing sun in the night

She was staying, patiently, confidently, consciously

Until the sun shined and said, “It’s time to go home.”

Then, she left

And only there is last sunflower on the street.

Ngw, 01.11.2015