The castles built in the air with people to fill their rooms
And the daydreams of strolling hand in hand
Unfurling with mutual marvel, each other’s joys
Are wishes that only slowly die
When you deprive them of light
And the presence of that person they once basked in.
Do not mistake his smile for a promise of something more
When the words “No” have been uttered.
RED GLADIOLA 