there were days I could not breathe.
like the dreams, they left me frozen—
waiting for a home that is not sealed inside a goodbye kiss.
I put a flower inside a soda bottle,
filled it with water and placed it inside the window.
it still burns like the day I bought it.
water can make anything grow.
make anything breathe, even for a moment
as it warms my hands; the ice cleansed away.
such are the simple things.