at first,
after you left,
it felt as if you left
a hole behind.

a hole deep within
the scarred crevices of my soul
that remained isolated in the darkest shadows
without the hope of ever seeing light.

but now
(after months without you)
the realization dawns
that there was never a hole.

and if there was,
the hole has been filled
and it is now something changed:
a blooming garden.

now,
since you've been gone,
i am alone
amid the flowers.

-they're the one thing you left behind