Between Bruises & Blooms

Summer kissed me goodbye without making a promise to return the same.

It left wildflowers pressed between the pages of my memory,

sunlight tangled in my hair,

and the scent of rain still clinging to my favorite sweater.

I waved as golden evenings slipped quietly into earlier sunsets.

Not every goodbye arrives with heartbreak.

Some come like a gentle hand against your cheek—

a reminder that beauty was never meant to stay forever.

So I gathered the last warm breeze, tucked it safely inside my heart,

and watched autumn open the door without apology.

Because every ending is simply another season learning how to bloom.