Your sudden flight left this huge space in her garden of comfort.
You have initially fill this space with ceaseless promises.
She let you occupy this long, guarded land of beauty.
She embraced you as you are.
She held your hand and welcomed you.
Despite the knowledge that sorrow will soon arise from this fiction.
The story came to life and she was prepared.
She let you take off despite it hurts.
She didn’t open the gates immediately for another to fill it in.
Not just yet.
She is determined to fill this wide empty space you’ve left barren.
Her wings will grow into this space.
She will dance through this land without regret.
Using the music of your excruciating pledges and kisses.
She will make the most out of the burns and bruises you’ve created.
She will slowly plant new seeds that will soon bear fruits.
Until she no longer dreams of you still occupying this space.
She will own this and make herself expand.
Until it’s all hers.
Her circumference will be bigger than ever.
Her comfort zone will be wider than the universe.
Her talents will be unbeatable.
She will arise as the sole owner of a new fruitful land.
A land that she calls her own body, mind, spirit.