🌿 The seed I planted 🌿

    - Poem for the boy who stayed quiet, and the girl who felt too much in silence

I saw a garden in your words,
A warmth in the way you spoke of leaves,
So, I reached out, not with noise
But with a softness that believes.

I asked not for your days or time,
Just a little space beside your calm,
A cutting, a conversation,
Maybe a smile wrapped in balm.

You answered gently, like a breeze,
But never lingered long or deep,
And I stayed hoping you’d return,
To water what I dared to keep.

I sent you reels, with blooming blue,
Hid my care behind green stems,
But your replies came like the dusk
Brief, quiet, without amends.

You told me, “Tomorrow we’ll talk.”
And I said “Sure,” with quiet grace.
You read it, left a thoughtful pause,
And vanished into silent space.

Now I don’t chase, I don’t disturb,
The seed was mine; I let it grow.
But gardens ache when rains don’t come,
And hearts ache when they don’t know.

Still, I don’t regret the bloom I gave,
Nor the sun I let you see.
Because even in your quiet retreat
I was everything I wanted to be.

A whisper, not a storm.
A flower, not a flame.
A moment, not a burden.
A soul, who dared to name…

A connection without definition,
No label to defend.
Two quiet spirits preserved
One showed up, one chose the end.

So, I keep my petals safe today,
From winds that won’t return.
But in a quiet place within,
Your absence still… will burn.