Within my rib cage — there is a garden always in bloom.
The two of us became the loneliest kind of lonely
I reached out my hand to you that day, then many days more — but you didn’t reach back. Those kinds of PDA, were not your style. I quickly got used to not requesting your hand or a hug when I really needed one. I felt some type of way about that.
Did you notice the tears welling in my eyes morning after night?
Sometimes I felt like my arms were outstretched, to the tips of my finger nails — just barely holding back a flood. You lay with me, in a field of love. Yet, you were somehow — always, just out of reach.
Loving you, was a lonely affair.
It’s foolish now to think of it, how we couldn’t see what was blooming in the space between us.
That’s how I know, even salt water grows things.
In my dreams of you and I, I’m always alone — tending to our garden, whilst growing sunflowers in my chest.
I often wonder, why you ever planted seeds — when you never cared for gardening.
Suddenly I see…
falling out of love and out of reach, I am less alone — than when two fools fell in love.