How I've grown into something unweildy, Unshaped by your absense.
Am I in a form you could love now?
Is my greenery lovely scenery? Or just an invasive presence to be stamped out and burned even with all the lessons learned.
Am I blocking your light?
I remember when you saw starlight in my eyes, now just radiation. The magic of one season lost in the next.
Are you here to cultivate? or take my crown?
Long ago I'd have gladly accepted either.
We could grow together this time, our thouhgts intertwined. Making something that holds steady under pressure, even if it's not a fix for what has happened it can be a remedy for the pains of the present.