It began in the
garden, where time forgot to move,
A sanctuary built in the silence of two hearts that could not lose.
The earth held us softly, in its tender, fragile way,
Where every bloom whispered promises we made that day.
Your laughter
was sunlight, soft and warm,
Chasing the darkness, keeping me safe from harm.
Every petal, every root, a story we wrote,
A love that we thought would never be remote.
But gardens,
like love, cannot stand forever still,
They bend to the winds, and bow to time’s will.
We stepped beyond, hearts fragile yet bold,
Not knowing the price that love would one day hold.
Then the wind
whispered your name, and you were gone,
Leaving only shadows, like the fading of dawn.
I searched the sky, the flowers, the stars,
But found only silence where your love once was.
Now beneath the
oak, where wildflowers weep,
I lay my heart, beside yours, buried deep.
The roots curl around, as though they still remember,
And I hold on to you, like a flame in the coldest of December.
I sit alone,
where echoes are all that remain,
A melody that haunts me, laced with pain.
Every fallen leaf, every trembling petal,
Is a piece of you that time cannot settle.
Though I walk
through the garden, you’re gone, yet near,
In the rustling leaves, in each quiet tear.
One day, I’ll return to where the earth calls my name,
And you’ll be waiting where the garden remains.
For the garden
is more than flowers and trees-"
It is where we loved, and where love never leaves.
And as the wind whispers through the endless sky,
I’ll know you’re still here, in the place where we said goodbye.