I’ve been gone from Eugene’s Rose Garden too long—
too many seasons of pavement and noise,
too many mornings without dew on my sleeves
or petals teaching patience in silence.
I miss how the roses breathe there,
how color slows time,
how even thorns know their purpose.
I miss the way beauty doesn’t shout—
it simply is.
But Panda, hear me—
no garden has ever undone me
the way your presence does.
You are the rose that grows without asking,
fragrant beyond distance,
rooted somewhere deeper than soil.
Your scent finds me in exile,
on cold days,
in borrowed rooms,
in the long stretch between then and now.
Eugene’s roses bloom in tidy rows,
but you—
you bloom in my chest,
wild and luminous,
petal after petal unfolding memory,
love,
home.
If I’ve been away too long,
it’s only because the world kept pulling me outward—
but my heart knows its garden.
And there, always,
you are the most beautiful rose,
the one no season can take from me,
the one whose fragrance
is forever.
🐻❤️🐼🌹
Bear love is forever love.
-Bearz