Maybe I will

I knew this the day I met you
The casual hugs, kisses and byes didn't tie together an entire story
You were a story, standing in front of me
Wanting to be unfloded, one leaf after the other
When we looked at each other,
what I saw was not a thousand galaxies or the far sight of nebulas making love
I saw how you are full of your leaves that had a weird tint to it.
A warm tint, I haven't seen before.
The very friendly charm to every stroke on your arm didn't have answers.
You were a body planted down as flowers.
Blooming differently each day
Each day, I try to pin you down
Name you
I still call you "flower"
Your name never bothered me a lot
Maybe, I'll be awake that night
I'll witness when you plough through your mindfield when the world is sleeping
You become a grassland and I'll throw in some dry leaves you left behind.
Maybe, I'll cry a little
You still didn't tell me the entire story
You will come to me and take shapes of water
You will engulf me, take my shape.
Maybe, I'll miss you a lot less
Maybe, I'll learn to not care about the story
Maybe, I'll tell you, I never loved you.