midnight in the garden

midnight

changing flowers in the garden

this one never looked like you anyway

uprooted

mangled and cut

there is solace in degradation’s scent

i’m turning the soil

preparing these grounds for a better bloom

something wild

something i dont have to tend to

something crazy

midnight

and the garden is empty

just worms in the dirt

and scattered petals

somewhere

love is a seed,

somewhere close by,

I just haven’t found it yet