unfertilized seeds of love
cherished, yet adored
for what they could have been

left in its pristine state

always loved
for its potential
but never allowed to grow

never to be soaring and strong
a force of nature

never to bear sweet succulent fruit

or to become a shelter when storms
abide

here i stand
on this dried out land

where seeds were sown
and love never grown

lies silent

i miss what could have been