So my soul was breathing,

And the limitless line in my nose was teething,

Oh Shakespeare,

Don't you see I'm weeding.

May it be that I led,

Forever art thou,

In my lonely shed.

His head finally lay against my chest,

Imagine.

For the first time,

Like a toddler taking his first step.

I saw that was then when he wept,

And that's when we put our silly problems in debt.

Because he cuddles me so good,

And lay all my worries with God,

I almost stopped running,

If that meant I was running towards his nods.

I've been in this shed for so long,

My mind nearly forgot what he looked like,

As if I was only shooting for his wrongs.

A sudden flip from the kitchen knife.

Then one day,

A firefly flew across my nose,

His twinkle of light helped me show,

Why I chose to keep dead flowers,

That never grow.

See a little bit of self; a whisper past the garden's grove.