She planted seeds all around.
Wishful whispers deep in the ground.
Hopeful breaths that took the form of a violet. A forget-me-not. A sunflower. That took the form she was afraid the darkness would devour.
Darkness has a funny way of getting in. Pulling curtains. Closing doors. Staying too attached to him.
She leaves the good bits scattered along the ground. Waters them and sings to them. Plants the light in corners all around.
Blow out cobwebs that grow more quickly than her flowers do. Sweep off dust that gathers thicker each time she plants anew. Keeps on weeding while searching for the blue.
Planting light inside the dark she hopes it will soon overgrow her shadowed heart.
Plant the seed and coax the growth. She tries to live where the flowers go.