A/N: Written for the 100 Prompts challenge, #085 - yellow.
Sunflowers
The sun was perhaps too bright
but she was soft – on the wind
but always, he'd thought, within reach
until he'd found her one day gone.
He looked for the pollen the wind
would surely bring
but if it came, it brought with it nothing
Except that wretched sneeze
that put him off
But there was still the sunflower he sought
far away, still growing, still blooming
where the sun, but not he
could reach.