I used to love the sunlight
And the moonlight
Because I saw your face
Reflected from them.
I stood in the shadows now
Dodged the sunlight,
I sat in the corner of my room
Hid from the moonlight
Because they reminded me
Of how you
Broke what wasn't yours
To break.
I watered a garden of sadness
I watered orchards of ache
Because
Flowers only bloom
In the face of people's gloom
Because
Every rose petals
Lives from a pain that settles
Inside all of us.
Grandparents told me when they are sad they plant seeds because even though they were internally or emotionally dying at least something else is living or growing.
They told me there's more to flowers rather than just scent and appearance.