There are snippets of this tranquil time, people like to call 'moments', that I have during the days, filled with your thoughts. Your moments, if you allow.
I remember how you would show up with a bouquet of my favourite flowers at my doorsteps as suddenly as you when you were supposed to be handling business meetings.. Atleast that's the excuse you used everytime, and everytime I fell for it without realising. You had me wrapped that easily around your fingers.
Roses would be always there, but not only because of the usual reason we give roses for. It was a token of remembrance of my birth month, the flower of a June child. A single white rose was the signature of them all. "That's you in this messy world.", you'd say, and my heart would sommersault all over within it's tiny enclosure.
But now the only flowers that I ever receive are those virtual emojis, and the only reminisce of the roses is the vase of dead, dry, auburn gerberas slumping down from the brim, with some traces of mould to keep them company.
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