Your love was soft and sweet.
Maybe it never would have grown into more.
Maybe, if I had stayed,
We might have become more than the kindred company we found in each other.
But I will forever hold onto the tenderness of your kindness,
of your healing presence.
Thank you for putting a bit of me back together.
You reminded me that a gentle, shy love can be just as powerful
as a fiery, passionate love.
I never realized I craved a love like yours until I no longer had it.
I loved you. I can say it from the depth of my shredded, tattered being.
I love you still, even though I may never be able to define what kind of love it is I felt.
I might regret for choosing to leave; to pursue a dream and make it a reality.
But, for now, I'm content with it being what it was; for what we had.
I'm grateful for what your love blossomed inside me.
Thank you for making me smile,
for healing me,
for making me move past my pain,
and for letting me go
YOU ARE READING
ashes and sunflowers
Poetrywords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
