turned into months of waiting
for spring that never came
every single sign of growth
just anticipation?
one day
a lone encounter
might ground us again
watchful moments;
relentless attempts to sow
what could settle inside our heads
careful sprigs of expectation
for answers
we weren't already fed
but ironically,
you only wanted soil
to lay under,
deny all and forget
you never needed to see my reflection
rain falls in silence
still showering you your questions instead
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