You left,
without looking at the spring
bursting from the seams of my being.
You left
but the seeds that you planted with your ardent kiss,
took earth and grew roots in the soil of my heart,
flourishing into vines and twines.
The entangled mesh of capillaries
rewound itself to make space for
subtle harmonies, sprouting slowly.
You left
but you thrive in my garden,
holding my hands,
our fingers entwined, breath staccato and eyes closed.
And all the blossoms,
are seeped in your characteristic Hugo Boss Scent.
You left
but I made you stay
in all my blank verses.
without looking at the spring
bursting from the seams of my being.
You left
but the seeds that you planted with your ardent kiss,
took earth and grew roots in the soil of my heart,
flourishing into vines and twines.
The entangled mesh of capillaries
rewound itself to make space for
subtle harmonies, sprouting slowly.
You left
but you thrive in my garden,
holding my hands,
our fingers entwined, breath staccato and eyes closed.
And all the blossoms,
are seeped in your characteristic Hugo Boss Scent.
You left
but I made you stay
in all my blank verses.
Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook: 100 words: Garden
Your imagery is heartbreaking, and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Tara
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