You know me better than anyone.
Time holds onto my heart,
rests within my mind.
You are the silence around me.
Walking, my world is larger, as
details present themselves.
Hard, inedible berries redden
beautifully in that same garden.
Delicate stalks bow slightly,
preparing for their lavender
blossoms, a little smaller
than last year’s.
You, really listen, and that is
nearly everything to me.
Everything, would be you
trusting me, to listen too.