Whoever they were,
Whatever they believed,
Whatever they told her,
She could not get attached.
Dragons’ and tigers’ hearts are curious ones.
They would not stop and wake up next to the same flower every day.
No matter how pretty and unique she may be,
They’d always rather get a timely change of scenery.
So after a while she wrapped up her heart
And put it away,
Afraid it could not sustain another parting
Time and again,
She was not that unforgettable after all.
That was the whole point of her name,
A warning and a prayer.
She would be remembered,
But she would never be there,
Whenever it would happen.
An excerpt from THE FLOWER, THE DRAGON AND THE TIGER, a poetic tale written by B.