Another week stealthily creeps

The seeds have been sown. The dead flowers are leaving their remains behind. The smell still lingers. Old renews. You wait in anticipation. For always the tomorrow. The weekend nears. You count your people. Spontaneity streak. You flutter. Your heart remembers. You try and avoid. You coax yourself. You plan other things around it. You create a buffer for the hurt. You delve deep down. You're being unfair. Think again? Understanding. Trust. All that and more. Slowly slowly, the mystery unravels. We'll just have to wait and see. All the questions have to be answered.