Oh darling, go grow your garden where they told you that you could not. You were not born to be so sad, so young. You have had a disagreement with life, not a falling out. Go plant your roots so deep they stretch for miles. And make sure whomever they touch, they touch gently. I know not everyone has been kind, but do not let them make you cold. For one day, I promise you, your roots will grow in someone else's garden. They will plant Daisy's around you, trim the hedges to let the light shine on you. They will help you grow. And then one day you will wake to the sun shining, and your gardens will have grown together. I promise not everyone leaves. I promise, someone will stay.
I don't know why I still write to you, You've found this new little life without me. I wonder if you still think about me, if i ever just cross your mind when you hear an old song. Drive by our favourite spots. I know I don't love you like I used to, but I still miss you like you just left. I find myself forgetting how it ended, and then I catch myself noticing the signs. Did you try to tell me you were unhappy, like when did I stop being enough? When did you stop loving me? I miss everything. I miss our hour long conversations on the way to cannon beach, tofino, or even just on our way home. I miss the comfortable silence we had. I miss our late night 7/11 trips, laying in our undies until we passed out. I miss the way I could catch you staring at me, I miss stealing looks your way. I miss waking up to seeing you on the computer chair, so tired you were so beautiful though. I miss your hands, how they were always so big next to mine and still so soft. I miss your eyes, a...
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