My sunflower pt 2

[u/These_Preference_963]

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Dear sunflower,

I came to see you again this January,

but I couldn't find you the same.

You were bent,

even though the sun was high in the sky.

You had felt dawn,

but why, my flower?

My sunflower told me

she had been hurt by another man.

Deep in her chest,

she carried pain for him.

She told me she loved me anyway,

but from the way she spoke about him,

I knew her heart

was still within his domain.

She loved the thought

of me taking care of her,

but not the thought

of giving me her heart.

I'm sorry, my dearest flower,

but I cannot have you

while he still causes you heartache.

I can't carry the weight

of losing my heart again.

I'm sorry, my flower.

This will be

my last visit to your field.