Heart pieces shattered floating inside.
Sinking weight of sadness.
Not sure where you went.
Roses drooping swaying in the wind,
Old seeds sprouting,
The movement from there to here,
Inside the petals,
Caught in a pre-emptive bloom.
Holding my knees,
Drenched in the musk of you,
Notes of dialogues flutter in,
All those authentic gestures,
Willingness to see,
Awareness of being seen,
We bloom again.
Meeting the edge of each other,
Perpetually asymmetrical.
Saying the things people never give space to,
Encouraging hard conversations.
Wading in the full truth we swim.
© Victoria Venturella, MA, The Existentialist, Existential Dialogues