Just here between hope and fear.
I’ll plant your favorite flowers--
Even though I’m not sure what they are.


I’ll water them with the sound of your voice,
Let your laugh soak deep into the soil.
I’ll tend the garden under your smile,
And let your memory bloom without asking it to stay.


I’ll grow this garden just for you
Even if you never see it.
Even if you never come to sit beside me.
Because love like this doesn’t need to be returned--
Just rooted.