soft dandelions at my doorstep,
lying there,
bundling all those words we haven't said,
crisp like the air with which you came,
cold like the air after you that remained,
brushing my hand softly and i smiled,
the same gentle touch back in time,
light colour, windy day,
some things might have changed,
yet these dandelions at my doorstep remain.

soft dandelions at my doorstep,
sailing away, slowly flying,
pirates of the air,
fleeing to altair,
the twelfth brightest star of the night,
they left just as quiet,
i felt tinges of time lost,
making teasing circles in my chest,
no more were there dandelions at my doorstep.

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a/n : Some people might leave us, some might stay but there's truly only one person that will be yours forever : you. Dandelions might be here now and might fly away later.