when the seeds are finally planted,
after months of trying to revive
a barren wasteland,
you need not weed them.
you need not pluck them
when the flowers they
sow grow out of your control.
you need only water them,
and sing them sweet nothings,
and guard them when the wind
threatens to take them away.
for they are all that is left of you,
and you must keep growing where
there once was nothing.
-S
