You gave me the key to your garden
I took it with a smile, planting tender kisses on your cheek
You showed me your favourite flowers and picked them for me, tucking one behind my ear. You made me beautiful.
You let me rest on your chest, in the comfort of your flowerbeds. You felt warm and safe to sleep on.
As the seasons changed and the days grew shorter, I began to retreat like the shrinking shadows.
Yet I still clung to you, letting your warmth surround me.
Soon, I would return every day: and each day you would give me a different flower. One to make me feel pretty, one to soothe me, one to make me laugh and another to make me sigh in delight.
You gave it all, withholding nothing. And I kept it all, promising nothing.
Now, your once vibrant garden has been stripped bare, and there are no flowers left.
Your tears wet your cheeks
And I wept with you.
The pretty roses I handed you concealed sharp thorns that cut your skin
And I watched as you bled.
I couldn't kiss it better because I locked the gate that sealed our separation