Two Dandelions

We were innocent. Like two long dandelions. The wind would sway and we'd be blown away. The dandelions now are fields apart. They dream of being together, because that's what they knew since they knew each other.

Their happiness was a mutual admiration of each other's strengths, their sorrows were crutches, gave support when needed the most, rooted into the ground.

The dandelions, parted ways, they were replanted, this time to take up a new earth, a new place and be the fascinations of new people.

Each time one of them felt the need of the other, the wind would be their messenger. The wind would give a helping hand and still give warmth in its dead cold silence.

Every time one dandelion sways along the wind, the other dandelion sleeps. They're so far away that the night and day are reversed. There's disconnect in their living, but not in their hearts. Each time, one of these dandelions misses the other, it loses a floret. Each time a floret is lost, the other dandelion saves the lost floret. It endures the lost floret as a wish bearing choice.

Not once have the dandelions lost connect, not once have they kept away messages, its the distance that matters to them now.

Its a matter of a few seasons when they will be in the same place of the earth. That day, these dandelions will bloom, to the fullest, in the awakening of their togetherness.

The day shall come, believe these two, they endure every floret on this one wish.