wilted flower sets alone
in a garden of carnations, some blooming
some bloomed
i was once a sprout
life was taken from me
but here comes the sun that is you
and you are making me bloom
slowly, surely, each morning
is it i reaching in that seed or you?
we have melted into one
we have formed each other like clay
you showed me that even i possess color
i recall learning what your favorite color was and how i predicted it
i could not have predicted i would become your favorite color
or that my petals would become your favorite scent
despite the way i decompose and grow again
once each month
your belief that never wavers guides me
and when the clouds cover everything
in the midst, you still stand bright blue
even as your face falls solemn in my suffering,
there is a light inside of you at the core
and as you lay beside of me, this garden grows, grows, grows
it took me nearly twenty years
to see the sun,
but you rose
and here you are.
