You watched me as we worked the garden,
Every blade cut in line, every hole plugged and filled.
And as time and sweat watered and tilled.
You watched.
You watched us put down and take up roots,
Parties and cricket, rugby and pets, even phone calls to lovers.
But in the rain and the regrets we left un watered and withered.
You watched
We left and you watched us still.
We grew our own gardens, watered with joy and tears.
New memories and fields that grew year on year.
And you closed your eyes.
We buried you in someone else's garden.
And returned to tend yours, let the dead earth breathe again.
And turn a new leaf, but somewhere between the breeze again,
You watched.
You bloomed.
And you wait.
Until we stand in the same garden again.
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 11:08 PM UTC
You watched me as we worked the garden,
Every blade cut in line, every hole plugged and filled.
And as time and sweat watered and tilled.
You watched.
You watched us put down and take up roots,
Parties and cricket, rugby and pets, even phone calls to lovers.
But in the rain and the regrets we left un watered and withered.
You watched
We left and you watched us still.
We grew our own gardens, watered with joy and tears.
New memories and fields that grew year on year.
And you closed your eyes.
We buried you in someone else's garden.
And returned to tend yours, let the dead earth breathe again.
And turn a new leaf, but somewhere between the breeze again,
You watched.
You bloomed.
And you wait.
Until we stand in the same garden again.
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