the bulb in the ground is not enough
not enough to brighten the path
not enough to cut and place in a vase
not enough to give as a gift with chocolate
not enough to let dry and fold into a book
certainly it's not enough
but we see promise in the bulb
we water it
we tend to it
we protect it
we make sure sun shines on it
and even though it's buried
and we could dismiss it
we could say it will come to nothing
we watch, we wait, we help
and it's a tulip

i don't want to pretend that your scars aren't there
or that they weren't born out of pain
i just want to show you that there's happiness to be found
and to make the scars a reminder of a past you've escaped
the cuts you make slice your skin
but slice my heart deeper to know i didn't do enough
i won't be your savior, you can save yourself
but let me hold you while you do

can you forgive me
for walking away?
i thought it was best
but now i'm not sure
maybe it was
but maybe i should have...
and maybe if i had...
no
it was
it was for the best
but maybe..
may-
i miss the smile in your eyes
be

i am sure that there must be
some amount of time in the morning
as i blink away sleep
where in those seconds
i'm not thinking of you
but i'm glad that
i don't remember those moments

it has been four days
minutes pass slowly for me
do they for her, too?

people come
people go
sometimes i feel as if
i've changed nothing
but if you go
i'll smile knowing
that for the rest of time
wherever you go
whoever you become
you’ll forever be
a person that once
i made
smile

the laughter the tears
the openness the connection
despite distance and age
i realize now
i had found
one of my best friends