The garden

In your written words
I see where your voice might have broken
Where you cried is drawn out
in letter shaped lines on
some screen
screaming
“oh, if only you knew!”
But, sweetheart,
I know only too well
If you’d just take a moment and
smell what roses I have grown for you

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