I planted onions
in the rain
the mud
clung heavy
to my shoes
I texted then
allowed myself
no call
just careful type
with no reply
I've kept my word
my fingers cold
the soil's rich
the heart
grows old
A promise made
to save us both
we came so close
tenderness aligned
took root
Growing toward light
may we speak
in whispers then
when love
breaks ground again.
