No.
I say no
To the things you say.
But also, more importantly,
How you choose to say them.
With the distance of tropical rains
And foreign tongues of tonality
Trees of exotic grains
Moist with fragrant oils

You speak as though you're unfulfilled
An empty field of fallen flowers
Full of lost beauty
A shame.
You once spoke like spring,
Rain upon my roots
No.
I say no,
Not anymore.