Love Letter in Bloom

Some things are easier to say in flowers.

A bouquet lies in brown paper on the wooden table, stems still cool. Beside it, blush wax sits smooth in its glass jar, pale as the inside of a petal. A match strikes. A small gold flame leans up, and the wall behind it turns warm. The pink begins to glow from within.

The windowsill holds the last of the dusk. By the bed, a letter waits, unsent.