First Bloom

“Hello” and a “Hey”. 

A “How are you” that blooms into never ending conversations. 

Young hearts like flower buds. 

We shared dreams and life stories of our separate fields. 

Life stories mended, 

Arms grazed, 

Eyes locked, 

Heart bonded. 

On this starry night. 

Though from separate fields, 

Warmth felt on both. 

Heart pumping as eyes locked. 

Butterflies landed.

On this starry night, 

Our “goodbye” blooms into the next “hello”. 

We go back “home”. A place which we later called each other.  

This was just our first bloom.