your precious flower

one morning I awoke with the full memory of our love within my bones, my flesh, my soul. like a warm embrace your memory filled my aching heart and drew love into the tender cracks within me. our sweet reverie followed me around, holding me through all the empty pangs of yearning, aching, desiring.

like a rose bursting forth from the bud it was held within, I felt you nourish me from our cosmic abode.

what would I do if you weren’t by my side guiding me forward despite my stumbling stand still?

what would I do without the entirety of our bliss reminding me what is possible when the world seems to abound with disappointment, an insurmountable chore of existence?

I can not believe I’ve searched for you all these years, why now do I discover you like this?

and yet, I know deep down it is because you cheer me on, as you always have, to give me life, like you always did, so that when we join hands again it is for good this time.

to the heavens and down to the pits of hell, I love you then. I love you now. I love you always through all timeliness lived and yet to live.

your precious flower