the seeds fell from our hands,
unintentional and forever fearful
of the outcome that could transpire

buried in the dirt,
sprinkled with terrified tears,
I was making no effort to keep this alive,
convinced that like all things beautiful
and appealing, vulnerability was not the sacrifice
that I was willing to make for what I was certain
would ultimately fail.

and while I ignored the roots that
spread themselves underneath my harsh footsteps,
there was never a moment where you dug up our
possibilities and potential future

instead,
you

watered the seeds
without complaints and conditions,
tolerated my shields
from the sun and required showers

oh, the sweet rain
is what got us to this day.

branches creating themselves while we sleep,
dreaming of the lines and patterns
evolving on the outside of our eyelids,
down our still bodies
with the power to form
because of the people we abandoned

old reflections of our current beings.

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