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Blooms of Yesterday
A Poem
i cradled the seeds of you
into sprouts that became vines
curling in an embrace around my heart,
but it wasn’t enough to catch you in full bloom.
no, your flowers were meant
for other gardens, faraway pastures,
rather than the little corner room i had
with its sunlit warmth and a window with a view.
your petals fell, one by one,
as if they were tears or rainfall —
and what could i do but try to bring you life
even if losing you was the endgame of it all?
you would wither and fade
if i tried to keep you too close,
and even flowers can be smothered
if they’re given too much attention over time.
yet i couldn’t help craving
the hope of you, the thrill of you,
with every evergreen promise you gave —
but they weren’t for me, they weren’t for me.
this garden would grow,
the flowers would spread all around,
and i wouldn’t be there to see what you made
of a life cherished and flourishing in full…
