The summer grasses
All that remains
Of brave soldiers dreams

Wildflower 'neath a
     giant weeping willow,
         comforted by the shade
  her fragrance wafting darkly
      whispered into the wind ~
   she'd been 'betrayed by the sun',
frail tendrils blistered
     of indiscretion below
            burning discrimination,
   fallen neath the cracks
        suffocating a delicate essence,
she could no longer bear the
   deep-rooted superficiality  
         of seeds buried within *****
                    little implanted secrets

I'll keep writing you
although I know
you'll never see them
not even a word

The sad part is
I got so used of
being ignored
that now I don't care

Now we are nothing
we drifted
and you are not alone

But thinking of you
still aches
just as much
as listening your name
or remembering your voice
even the 'if's ache

How wouldn't they?
when you first came
flashing
'Hello'
but left
without a
'Goodbye'

Left me to figure it out
that your heart
was no more
mine
and mine
with all the ache
remained yours