our love needs sun

what if
our love were like a sunflower
that started its morning hunched over and groggy
unable to motivate itself without the sun
but as the day warmed
it gained its confidence and with each passing hour of sunlight
it became stronger and more deeply
rooted
and totally sure of itself and its plan and its potential
but then as the sun
began to tuck itself to bed in the horizon
the sunflower, our love, lost its train of thought
and its lofty ambition and grandiose plans for
renewal and freshness and dinner together
and stories of other sunflowers and how they did
something funny or embarrassing while the sun was out
and it began to hunch over and head to bed
without even brushing its teeth because
without the sun it lacked motivation.
our love needs sun.