Yesterday, as I was re-potting my succulents,
I thought of you.
My teeth dug into my bottom lip
Like my fingers dug into soft soil.
I recalled what you said exactly one year ago;
And I found myself smiling.
Because although you are not here,
To watch me struggle to get each little bud into its respective pot,
And to laugh at me for spilling dirt all over my pants,
You showed me what it means
To care for someone more than we care about ourselves.
And so I will keep on watering these blossoms,
Hoping the love I'm pouring over them
Will suffice for the way I neglected you.
You were the flower that bloomed the brightest but I was too busy picking weeds to notice