The Garden Grieving for Him Too.

Submitted into Contest #31 in response to: Write a short story about someone tending to their garden.... view prompt

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The garden is full bloom for you. I water the Forget-Me-Nots for you. The cypress trees in bloom, sorrow fills the air as the cypress weep for you.

Purple hyacinth grow in my favour. After all the pain, would you forgive me? The ones in yellow speaks in jealousy, how could you leave us?

Did you leave just to hurt us more? I can feel the roots of the garden holding onto my feet. It won't let me go, I failed to hold on and now the garden will hold me tighter.

I don't understand, how you could let go? You just let go of everything we made together. You are so selfish yet I don't blame you. I'm so sorry for being so rude. I just miss growing our garden together.

Walking down the rocky path with gentle steps to not disturb the grieving garden.

The garden speaks to me, it mourns for you as I do. The garden speak in marigolds and daffodils. You were so curel to leave us grieving for you. You were the one, the only one we loved.

The garden weeps as the willow trees longs for you're return.

As I water the purple hyacinth, a black butterfly came to me. The butterfly on my right shoulder. A black butterfly is a sign of rebirth, Is it you? What are you trying to tell me.

"...Michael?"

The trees danced along with the window with hope.

You always do this, you always give everyone false hope.

The garden awaits for you, did you know it mourns for you everyday? There's no moment time the garden would stop to mourn. It longs for you to return. I could say the same thing.

The garden speaks to me like we are one, I've cried to the sounds of the garden from the open windows. I'd always leave the window open for you to return to the garden.

The butterfly on my left shoulder, a butterfly of rebirth is a lie.

Was my fault? Did you really hate this world so much...?

I would drown the garden in tears. All these years, I still couldn't let go. You would lie just to die. You left me with only the memory of our garden.

You only left me with pain that could never be undone. I'll mourn for you too never come back.

March 02, 2020 03:32

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