An ode to the one with a beautiful laugh and tender heart,
I see you, falling apart and barely existing.
Soon, I will stitch you quiet days and legs that stand a little taller,
With kisses, I’ll mend the invisible wounds till they disappear,
I’ll sew eyes that mirror my gaze,
Skin to muscle,
Muscle to bone,
Vein to vein.

I will stitch amaryllis for your hands,
Your lips, red carnations,
Hair adorned with threads of daffodils and white delphinium,
Until you bloom anew.