Part of her dream was illusion
that everything would be okay between them and that feelings would remain the same; impossible to change
Never fleeting
And when he left the world that they created together
She stayed
In that world were a million little dandelions
She once saw them as pieces of hope and found joyous satisfaction in blowing each tiny seed off of it’s stem
But he only saw them as weeds and would carelessly step on them now she no longer hopes
She has none; she wishes and wishes
Wasting her breath on each and every seed
Wasting her heart, but yet it still beats
and from his sudden departure it still bleeds
She ignores all else and keeps wishing till the last
Of course a million more she would wish for and ask
Just to wish for him back
