Blossom

I once sat on a park bench, there was a man feeding ducks. He looked similar to me in a way, when I was thirty years younger. Back in the time of romance, when I met my true blossom. I attempted to talk to the man, he didn't seem to hear me. So I began to read my paper.

Soon later, a woman appeared. My paper hit the floor, my heart raged, my brain strained, for spring was here. My blossom sat beside the man, who I remember was I.

The man smiled and offered her some bread, she said she had just eaten. The man and I laughed, and said, lovely dress by the way. Blossom blushed, we were shushed.

We should get dinner sometime, the man and I asked. I would like that, Blossom replied. The man and blossom talked for a while, I listened to every word.

Eventually Blossom had to leave, we said goodbye with a cuddle. The man and I stared up into the clear sky, with huge smiles we couldn't stop.

but

At that point I woke again. In my hospital bed, a spring in my back, a tear down my cheek.

For love may never die, but blossom will fall.