Deep sobs.
Grief has struck.
The loss of you running down my cheeks.
Clutching my heart
Though it might fall out into my hands.
It bleeds dark red and sadness,
Barely beating.
Cracked in a million pieces.
It feels cold in my outstretched palms.

Little shoots are popping up.
Flowers sprouting from its softness.
You helped me sprinkle those seeds.
You helped me grow.
To blossom.
More colourful than I ever imagined.
Yellows, blues, & oranges.
Wild flowers every which way.
Petals floating to my feet.
I am more beautiful because of you.