glad you’ve held up
dry and
well,
pleased you’re a flower
elsewhere,
we dreamed escapes
together,
though never found
the time,
blaming less than perfect
weather.
growth
planted and
pushing..
strained against
a wall,
poking through
brick,
the
hair caught
between two teeth
pluck it from the source
of its seed,
much like any
weed.
he rinsed both
hands in the
sink,
watching the soil spiral down
a drain, corroded
and clogged
he
scrubbed,
marveled that his
nails came
so clean
after living neck
deep.
you returned
brighter
to
blind,
so i didn’t open
my eyes
yet
realized.
you brought flowers to
this madness
and watched them wilt
where planted,
then stood guard with
vigilance
as the elements tendered
them life.
on breathless
night–
we set flame to our
final page
and buried a heavy
chapter..
like relic not worth
exhuming in
this life,
then sought out
a fresh
star
to guide us with hope
to daylight.
when i grow
up..
will you show
up
with same
flair
as throughout
tantrums
and screams into
pillows,
now just a breeze through
the willows.
hands in the garden 
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