I turned the volume down so I could hear you.

Everything is still too loud.

Too many voices, and not the one I needed to hear.

I want to hear.

 

Mourning that lasted for nine hundred sixty four days.

Salty tears soaked waterlogged greenery.

Droopy head. Droopy leaves.

Pruning a root bound plant

Repot. 

 

Acclamation felt like dormancy

Dormancy was intense

Left me melancholy and exhausted.

I needed your words.

I continued to reduce the volume, but I still couldn't hear you.

 

Finally, we met in that familiar place

The room was loud and progressive and kinetic

Unfamiliar circumstances

The changes were thick and hard to swallow.

My mind was uneasy until I saw you. 

You smiled and gave the room a yellow tint.

I ran to you and rested my head in your lap.

You remained silent.

Your silence gave me solace.

Everything else became white noise

I closed my eyes and tried to bring you with me.

You remained still.

You had to stay.

You remained silent.

I arose with a wet face and understood.

 

An action so subtle, it presented itself as inaction

Bold & enlightening 

You haven’t left me, and I needed to be reminded of that.

 

Silence reminds me that growth is silent.

Helped me till the land.

Shows me the seeds I’ve planted.

My soil feels lush.

Fertilize as needed.

Collect rainwater for dry spells.

 

Yellow flowers will grow

Bold and silently.