Sovereignty

The muscles loosen their tyrannical grip. All holding, pleading, controlling slowly gives way to the revolution of nature’s sovereignty. Your hands soon open and a whole tapestry of time floats away without your resistance. The tears stop searing the skin. They instead nourish the soil where you once stood. Your frustrated love gives way to the ground. The garden finally gets the land to grow. For a time, it was stunted from sprouting. So many mournful wishes. The roots were preparing for this momentous day:

You loved each other in an imperfect way, but the one thing that is perfect is the connection you now long for with yourself.