Occasionally, there are sunflowers that come to life in my mind.
They bloom, and it's all because I think of how happy you must be
and how happy I will be, eventually, too.
But just as quickly as my garden grows
it welts, and the pedals float away.
and it's all because I can't know for sure
you're the happiest man on earth.
And that keeps me here, weeping over my decaying flowers because I tell myself that they need me
to stay alive,
to stay beautiful,
to stay mine.
I love you,
and I'm in love with you.
So tell me you've never been happier
so I can stop trying to grow a whole beautiful garden for you,
and finally start growing it for me again.