The same way kids cradle colored construction paper from their kindergarten cubbies,
I grasped onto a sheet of notebook paper and began to write letters to you.
I wrote intricate messages all night,
gently painting the pages with verbs and adjectives that are brighter hues than the ones I've been wielding for years.
There's foliage in my heart where I thought it had perished.
Darling, you are the one that continued to nurture the garden when there were pesticides pumping through my veins.
I never seemed to notice how much I adored the rain.