Why I Give Up Exercising Every 3rd Day!

For My Wildflower

So she dreams and then falls asleep,

smoothening the jagged edges of reality.

And after a dark, sulking period

when the night lovingly melts into the arms of the sun

A wildflower is born out of nowhere.

A (very) short story: One last time!

Putting him out of his misery, he called the familiar number once again,
Thinking, “Just one last time.”

While she went out yet again to check her mailbox,

Promising herself, “Just one last time.”