Never did I wish for such a thing.
The flowers did bloom, and the birds did sing,
But i had envisioned much bigger things.
We planted a seed,
We took interest in each others need.
Then lost hold on the lead.
Almost from the first peak of a bud from the ground.
I really thought you’d stick around.
Every day a new flower found.
I forgot to water you one day.
And it all just went away.
A single moment in a pleasant day.
The withering was fast.
The sun grew hot, the time flew past.
I watered away, but stood aghast.
At the deadened leaves in piles amassed.
This I could not save.
I had become to you just another knave.
The pattern to me now is clear.
We can only be allowed so near.
Before we are forced to swim through past rivers of tears.
And all the things that drive the fear.
We are pushed back down into the ground,
Like trampled dead leaves scattered all around.
It is not about us.
This pain and mistrust.
It comes from a place, long refused to adjust.
A mind so cluttered it causes such fuss.
We are victims of walls built so long ago.
Pushing and pulling whenever we’re close.
The heat has ended, overcome by the cold.
Petals have fallen amongst the mold.
Surprised by the obvious, obviously foretold.
Into this fall I walk, another lesson, to me, extolled.