They
they
sejal govindarao
as just a seed
she taught me how to paint a picture so vivid, so imaginable, so fluid boho-chic, wild, creative
she lived in the clouds among the stars
he taught me how to ride a bike
so bright, so warmhearted, so grounded down to earth
he built the foundation that rooted us
as i grew
they taught me how to dream in color
sunshine pours through the emerald june trees freshly cut grass
cold popsicles, bright red with strawberry preserves i feel, hear, taste, and touch the sky
i pedal faster, a smile from ear to ear
wind blowing through my sun sparkled hair
caught up in the exhilaration
i see them in the distance
unaware of the distance between them
she lived in the clouds among the stars he built the foundation that rooted us
as i bloomed
like a broken cupboard
unhinged
they fell apart
and with broken pieces of wood encompassing me i rose tall
my head in the clouds and my feet on the ground
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