You think you have forever –

that is, until you don’t.

Then, there is no time to process.

There is no anecdote.

There’s simply you in a chamber of grieving,

far removed from  your blooming atrium.

A line in the sand has been drawn on what once was,

and there’s no going back again.

The flowers have never wilted,

and they really never will.

They were planted over years of good memories.

To smell them, you just need to heal.

The heart is a wonderous vessel,

full of brokenness, love, and feeling.

More flowers will bloom in your atrium

once your heart has begun its healing.