when you go

when you walk out the door

this is who i will be:

the petal fallen from the once

powerful grip of the flower's

center.

bits of pollen still clinging

to you.

once you've brushed me off

and wept with me, just once

you will go forth in glory

(this is the you i know).

the seed of you that was

created with me

has slipped into something

of its own.

now it will be pushed

below the fresh dirt

(dirt i've never seen)

and it will flourish

as it did in my heart.

and when the sun

shines upon the trembling

earth you will rise up

and bloom and bloom and

become whatever you are

and have been

all along.