The Hyacinth

The best things I know
Need space to grow
And if I believe you to be
A wildflower, then you must be free
To expand
To withstand
The coldest winters
The careless sinners
Who plucked you from the ground
Thinking that your love would abound
Though your roots had been severed
And weathered
By the exposure of making someone else happy
Even though you were dying
But I want you to survive
I want you to thrive
In the garden of your own mind
And I know it needs some tending to
And I want to honor you
And your decisions
So I’m typing with precision
To keep my hands busy
So I don’t pick up this phone and call
Know that this takes all
The strength that I’ve got
Which doesn’t feel like a lot
Right now
But somehow
I haven’t broken yet
Because I keep this thought in my head
Your favorite flower is a hyacinth
And I remember this
Because you told me
Specifically
That they are so fragrant
But they are useless once picked because their scent
Dissipates
And all that remains
Is a flower that can’t serve its purpose
And that is a disservice
To all those who happen upon its beauty 
I wonder how you don’t start the whole world crying
When tears fall from your eyes but I’m trying
To remember that the butterflies were born from within you
The life is inside of you
The seeds are planted
The clouds have disbanded
The rain has come and gone
And soon, springing up toward the sun
You will know
All you need is room to grow. 






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