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Moving between hearts

Your plant died in my hands

Placed in unfarmilar spaces, 

I left them, 

For safekeeping in places I did not feel safe.

I crawled into any well 

That  would have me

None of them could hold your plant. 

None of them could hold me. 

A plant needs connection, light and water, 

Our connection too. 

Your plant died in my hands

Placed in unfarmilar spaces, 

I left them, 

For safekeeping in places I did not feel safe.

I remember you as death remembers roots 

I remember you, 

The way you smiled when we took it home

I remember you because when they died I took them back home 

Refusing to see the death that covered their leaves. 

I wanted them to be safe 

I was not ready to say goodbye 

I could still see life. 

I was not ready to see,  

It belonged in memory.  

A summer joy 

Like your voice and our shared dreams 

Until I realised, you had never been honest with me.   

Our plant died in my hands

Placed in unfarmilar spaces, 

I left them, 

For safekeeping in places I did not feel safe.

Did you ever feel safe with me? 

Or was it like your plant in my hands, 

Placed in unfarmilar spaces

Or was it like our plant in our hands, 

Placed in changes.

Photography by Darius Iromlou

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