Simple

Simple

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.