Between Bruises & Blooms

I asked the crows why people disappear.

They only tilted their heads.

I asked the river why promises drown.

It carried my question to the sea.

I asked the forest why love sometimes leaves without footprints.

The trees whispered,

“Not every traveler is brave enough to say goodbye.”

So I buried my questions beneath the roots.

By spring,

they had become wildflowers.