I realized today that if
i want the ache to leave
i must rid my chest of your garden
on my own, ***** your help
i picked every flower you planted,
they had begun to wilt without you,
i threw them in the river
so they would float back to you
taking all my memories with them.
I planted my own flower,
one lovelier than anything you could
ever cultivate inside my chest.
It's the flower of acceptance, letting go,
and the hope of one day igniting
my soul again with another flame.