Are you real?
Were you real?
You were the only bud
that flowered in my garden
of misery.
I longed for the season that
brought you into bloom.
My sweet perfection—
my agonizing suffering.
Why have you forsaken me?
Don’t you understand
I hurt you
so you could hurt me back?
Now I am alone again—
my life in perpetual limbo.
I find myself
grazing the edge of life
for a ****** that may never arrive.
I jump from bus to bus
seeking an empty seat,
where I sit and reminisce your absence,
from my heart in absentia.
Who will gape the spout in my aorta?
Who will stop the senseless bleeding?
Winter came—and your petals fell.
I weep and weep, watering a plant
that is long gone.
I miss what I never had.
I miss what I could have had.
Goodnight my sweet.