Why must I wait so?
I stand here in the garden, in a sea of color, awaiting my passion.
I see others around, content where they are.
I feel as if they are watching me, knowing that I am not whole, that I need to be reunited.
Pacing around the flowers, studying them, I am in a strange state between anxiousness and savoring every color, smell and sound, in anticipation.
Every step, every breath I take, feels like a lifetime.
Over and over I glance up, hopeful that my passion has arrived. I look in the distance, where others are milling about.
I take a closer look at an unfamiliar flower, so delicate and fragile, the setting sun lighting up its magenta petals in a translucent glow.
I sense something, a tingling sensation.
I look to my left and freeze, transfixed by the sight of my passion, right in front of me, so beautiful and radiant, trembling in anticipation. We look deep into each other for a long time, then slowly and deliciously embrace, and become one again.
From within the garden there is a collective smile and sigh of relief…..
