The fallen flowers are hula hoops. A finger, come hither. I should be dancing and swirling within. My hands (and elation) should be in the air.
Yet, I am leaning against the taupe concrete, simply watching. The gray skies creating goosebumps. I had to come outside. I couldn’t breathe. Hollow. However, I met the death in the air. There is no reprieve here. I pace. I stare at my reflection. I want to sit. Rest my head within my hands. Want to cry, but there are no tears, there never are.
We finally signed. The deal. The reason I stayed. I pressed forward and drafted my excitement. The to field taunted me. With each name I started to type, I pressed delete to each letter. There was no one.
No constant. No recipient for I already started building my cage. A cage to protect. Others.
But I am left ravenous. Craving a him to my her.