I’m sorry

I'm sorry I've been tending to the garden of distance and uncertainty that now lays between us. I can see you kneeling on the other side of the planter's box, your eyes green and welled with aquamarine tears, the acute sense of sadness in them, almost overwhelms me. It evokes the memories of the last time we saw each other. That noisy restaurant couldn't assuage the deafening silence between us. I don't think this garden will either. I'm sorry.