guard, open
to silently
subtle winds,
still. seeds
you plant
before the rain,
sprouting
the inevitable
tear. streaming
cheeks creeks
i have hidden
within. head
waters spring
from the heart,
feelings as seasons,
cyclical, as heart
ache. as hope. as
this journey
toward peace,
closure for
giving. giving
for my sake
of living
to watch this
tear flow
from heart to eye
and back again. and
back again. watering
this garden
heart i tend
without you.
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