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Watering Flowers
Watering Flowers
Talking to you felt like watering flowers.
Each morning I would stop
To admire your delicate petals
And trace the lines on your leaves
Before pouring a bit of water
Directly at the base, down the soil
To your roots.
There was this urge
To whisper about the weather,
Even though it was awkward
Holding my own monologue.
Word after word, on my own.
Especially when it was sunny
Because I knew you only
Cared for the rain.
One morning as I was laughing,
I noticed the stitching beneath
Your still-perfect petals. No browning
Around the edges. You never
Reached toward the sun.
You simply sat there, arranged,
Waiting.
u/Dull_Ad2586 — 5 days ago