Garden, or carried away

I remember the day before I had to leave
when you laid in my lap and
I braided your hair in little fairy braids
You fell asleep in minutes
I didn't care that my legs had fallen asleep
or that I had 24 hours to do 4 loads of laundry
before I had to drive back to school the next day
I wanted to stay there with you
as long as I could; No more college, no more panic attacks...

Soon enough, ivy would grow through the floor boards
our hearts would stop, and
a tree would grow in my stomach and out through my mouth.
Your golden hair would transform into the coiled stems of flowers
and they'd grow in vibrant, magnificent curls around my newly found light outstretching branches,
you would highlight the dark green of my new acquired being
with your magenta, violet, and canary yellow wildflowers that would bloom
until time grew tired of making the rules
My mother's plants in the dining room would finally be able to hold hands.
The roof of my one and a half story house would deteriorate from the rain
begging "let me see, let me see"
The sun's rays would cast back the curtains of lilac lace to warm our new beings
and evaporate our shells from the darker times,
and while it cradled our new glowing little lives
that were entirely our own with careful trembling hands it would cry in awe.
You and I would drink the rain and grow stronger than ever before,
and we would laugh, having escaped it all, having it been that easy all along, and we
would be the most beautiful garden the world had ever seen.
God would put his hand over his heart and say
"They found the key."