Hard To Forget

Dried flowers decorate the walls of my bedroom,

White roses, next to my bedside.

I did not expect to see you this soon,

My initial instinct was to look away, to run, to hide.

I’d spent so much time, digging up each root that was connected to you,

I threw away any key that would let you through,

That sunken wood door you shredded,

And burned to the ground.

Odd, how I was not in search this time, but instead I’d been found.

And here we are, your seeds deep within my garden bed,

Still, It’s hard to forget, all that’s been said.

I half expected the words that came from your mouth,

But I did not expect the weight in which you conveyed them,

This time around.

I let go, I’d lost hope, what feels like a very long time ago;

But like every ship lost at sea,

A single move and your sails are unbound and freed.

Yours, seem aimed directly for me.

Course correcting in the middle of a storm I could not see,

Though, I’d felt the heavy rains and winds,

They cut so deeply.

Have you learned how to swim while out at sea?

How haven’t I drowned by now?

I’m still not used to the idea of having you around;

But, you seem fervent in your desires, and tend to your own seeds.

Watering the flowers and digging out each weed, that lives within me.

How could this be? Trusting you feels tempting.

Once upon a time, wind carried seeds and sails,

But now it carries both our hands.

So tell me, where will we land?