Resurrect

You held my hand and squeezed it tightly

As tears stained your cheeks

Like the wine I spilled on the carpet.

We caught it in time,

But there’s an essence left that won’t evaporate.

I replaced my hand with gloves and shears

And I left you the hose to nurture the garden.

There is life under the dirt, I swear;

Buds hidden that haven’t bloomed.

You just have to try.