Stay away, then

I counted down the days until winter gradually withdrew its cold clutches, days pass yet your dragonflies stayed out of sight.

Is this what I've been all along? One of the many flowers that wait in anticipation?

Maybe you never noticed the color my petals hold or the wind you drift in, your head stuck between the clouds. Stay there then, I'll go on, right where you leave me over the seasons.

Stay where you're close enough to feel, just out of reach.

Stay where the only relationship you have with me is the wind that leads my fragrance to you.

Stay there.