The soil was too dry.

Nashi
Nashi
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

The touch of your fingertips was felt on the surface of my heart.

Your loving words were buried in the fertile soil of my soul.

Every time we met eyes. Those moments nourished the seeds of my affection.

And in my fertility they grew, so beautiful. But unbeknownst to me.

The seeds I had planted in you did not take hold.

There wasn’t enough space for them to spread their roots. I tried to help them grow, but the soil was too dry and the sun could not reach them.

I wonder. What did you do with those precious seeds?

Did you dig them up and throw them away? Did you cry when they did not grow?

Now that they’re gone will you remember them? And that at one point in time there had been a small place where they had tried? Had tried to become something beautiful?

The soil was too dry for my loving seeds to grow.

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