Conservatory

He died

It created a vacuum

How do I move on

I wondered

What will fill this space

I trod across the planet to find the richest of soils

And planted the flowers he loved the most

Roses of all colours, tulips, daisies, and bouganvillea

They filled my vacuum

They breathed out fresh oxygen

How could they grow in a space that should have no air

I wondered

Then I realised

This space wasn’t a vacuum

It was a space I created because I held my breath when he died

I had held my breath to freeze the closest moment in time to him being alive

The flowers, his flowers, are teaching me how to breathe again.