A single flower growing in the desolate desert, no longer being nurtured by the care of the once budding love that was our own, Where it once flourished between the rich, wet earth is now nothing but hardened stone.The sun still shines but now does more damage then good as the plant withers away into non-existance; serving now as only a memory- a mark slowly dissipating as time gains more distance. Scortched by heat yet treated so cold, till my bones become brittle and I become old, our story-untold will always unfold from the confines of my mind. So even when I am blind & we're lives apart: I will still see you when I look into my heart.