Whispers of a lost love song in the passing wind

Underneath the ground, love sprouts—

never blooms

I am drowning in a garden of

yet unborn flowers

stems with no petals

buds yet to grow and flesh out

rich colours yet to stain the world,

and—

I am seeping into the earth

lost to dreams

with arms stretching out–

yet not grasping anything

but nothing

and through the cracks of the earth

in the space between the roots

in the space between the stems

in between the worlds—

I see you

the stars, blinking so bright

unreachable. so far away. so beautiful.

Underneath the ground, love sprouts—

never blooms,

and I drown in possibilities, in dreams

paradise stinging hot-sharp on my tongue

slipping away, fading to ashes—

drowning, falling

(I never expected someone to catch me but.)

stems yet to reach the stars tangle me

thorns yet to grow prickle me sharp and,

I can see blood, hot red liquid rushing drown my skin

yet I also, see nothing

I am drowning in a garden of

yet unborn flowers

falling low

love was never the skies

(yet you were)

enveloped in darkness, and—

I can’t see the stars

I can’t see you

and will never see the flowers bloom

(spring is a lifetime away)