Promise of Statice

A spring breeze stirs the blooms by my window, You once handed me purple statice with your smile. “You know I won’t ever change,” you whispered soft and low, Now your voice still echoes deep inside all the while. Even though the distance grows with passing days, I still recall that vivid hue of our endless skies. I send my hopes out on the wind just for you, No matter how far, my heart stays right by your side. Time may fly, but memories remain ever true— Statice taught me to honor a promise That will never break or subside. The city shifts, its streets and faces rearranged, Yet echoes of our past remain crystal clear. On the road where we once let our dreams run untamed, The scent of spring returns—soft, haunting, and near. There are moments when solitude cuts real deep, But your smile carries me, even when I lose my way. I hope you’re laughing under those far-off skies, And I believe that one day we’ll meet once again. When words run dry in the silence of our lives, This feeling, like statice in full bloom, quietly survives— Steadfast, fierce, and always unslain. On nights when my voice fails to reach the stars above, I lean in close to the whispering breeze: “Just keep safe—your truth is all I love.” As long as you remain true, that’s all I need. When the wind ushers in a brand new season’s light, I long to walk right there, by your side once more. With a heart that stays relentless, burning bright— Like statice defying years in bloom, I swore To hold this promise deep at my core. Now the spring breeze knocks gently at my door, For a fleeting moment—I swear—I caught your smile once more.