Id spend my afternoons in the garden with the flowers My only real friends. We’d talk while I drank my milk tea and laughed for hours about absolute nonsense The daisys would keep me updated on all the gossip going around the garden And the chamomile’s would offer their advice on anything I needed. The lavenders would make me laugh And the roses would compliment my makeup Since it was inspired by them I’d bring my diary there and share with them all my stories and the crazy things that had happened to me that day, since they were the only ones that would listen. They became my only source of joy One day I walked to the garden, ready to tell them all my new adventures But when I began to speak, I noticed something off. They weren’t responding. I nudged the orchids. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t any of you speaking?” I sat there for hours. No words. I came back the next day, hoping they’d speak again. But they never did.