I left you delicate -
dressed in ribcages and heart beats
protrustion leaving baby blues
I never meant to pick you, stem and all.

My idea was to leave you for the fall
aching chill across bones
a broken cage of wigs reeling you in
tethered to the wind.

But, I'll bury snakes in this -
your garden of falters
I never meant to rip you from the stem to leaf
fragile fingers pressed
between teeth.

I left you delicate
my hinges rusted from swinging
dressed in lavender lament -
compliments to your baby blues
patterns for others to see.

I left you delicate,
just as you left me.