Like a flower from a deep soil, you rose.
I never grasped this melancholy.
You grew inside my cavity secretly.
You strived for the sun, you found a way out through my throat.
Despite all the scars and the tears.
I understand I must die so you can breathe.
Your precious roots rest inside my heart, my heart is a sanctuary to your remains.
Go, go, feel the sun while you are young but remember you have roots in my place
and a coffin to secrete your seeds