Even Without


I still believe,
like flowers,
you grow through my veins.
And I still believe
that you are very much a part of me.
Even without sunlight
the hydrangeas are in full bloom
and I feel you
in the pinks and in the blues.
We breath
in
then
out,
the fragrance fills our lungs.
Together we are home.

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