a flower as it bloomed tentatively asked me if it was okay.. diffident unsure.. how do i assure it.. my heart aches how could anyone be so cruel to make a flower question it's bloom something it was naturally meant to do.. these are tears not dew i shed for you.. needing to somehow cleanse and help you bloom anew.. and i find myself cry out in protest.. even a rose has thorns for protection.. please fight for yourself.. don't let anything stop you, just move on with the assurance that as and when you need someone will always be there.. in that smile in that assurance in your heart.. with each thought in that satisfaction in your soul.. and as you turn around for help yes, that’s a hand holding yours..
you left me with your pain and suffering your indecision and i realized no amount of preaching helped at all except the assurance that you're okay.. self gauged from your voice for myself.. yes i suffered your pain with you for you.. can only imagine what torture you go through everyday..
i feel inadequate helpless as if i haven't understood at all .. you came to me for something either you couldn't share or i couldn't understand, because i felt such a loss as you left.. like i'd let you down, i could still feel your disquiet, unease, unhappiness, a sorrow i wish i could touch and heal..
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