Then
Clouds creep across the sky
and the sunflowers are lost.
Soon they’ll stop searching
for the light, like sunflowers at night often do.
You told me, “I thought I loved you then”
but now I know that was the end.
Leaves change color then fade.
It’s like standing in the rain
With the thought crowding my head
you never loved me.
I won’t fall, not again.
