fortune in a petal

There will be no drama because you said so. I will hurt alone and keep a quiet place to return to always. When I think I need you I will find you there, and I will find the winter there, and the quiet that comes after the snow falls: winter of tremors and blue orchids and a window letting in the cold from which we gave each other refuge. I will never understand the pull, but it might be the last day I look and find you in the mirror.