Every flower I planted wilted at its body
The bloodstream and tears of this world
Were not enough to feed it
Dried up roots called my name
But I didn’t listen
Not until I was truly gone
Did I notice the wrinkles
And the gray hairs
The wilted stems
Older and older
Flowers in bloom
Petals falling
One by one
The flowers I planted
I now water each day
With my salted tears
I dig to their roots
Pushing myself deeper
Into the soil
Planting my soul next to theirs
Because one cannot live without the other
So my roots shall hold on to their own
The flowers pull me to the sun
And tell me, “everything will be okay”
Even when they will fall
Even when my stem shall be wilted
It will be okay