his storm was over.
     and i was sitting alone on a driveway
wet with rain and rough on my thighs
     your hand was there to pull me up
and you reminded me of the sunrise
     after a year-long night
365 days spent -
                             wasted
                                            - on someone who left me nearly destroyed

     but there was a single sprout of life left in me, a tiny lick of green to prove i was more than he could ****
     and you spent long days and longer nights
nurturing that inside of me -
     that sprout of hope that no one else could find

                 and i hope we're standing together one day
                      years from now
                 with your arm around my waist
                      and your face smiling a foot above mine

     someone will ask how we got so lucky
and we will know the answer


                   you showed me sunshine when i knew
              nothing but storms
                   you saw me at my worst and you stayed
              when no one else did
                  you cared for me when I was all
              anger and hate and sharp edges
                  you taught me how to trust again
              until i was almost human


     the sprout grew into a garden because of you
and all of it is yours