Apr 2018
All things have their time
Flowers bud then bloom
In fragrant bursts of colour and life
Wilting, browning, curling and dying
Just how they should
Trees shake off the frost
Greening up skeletal branches
Till the trunk sways
Under a crown of bushy green
That slowly turn gold orange and brown
And drops
As the world cycles again.
We too, bloomed.
You made me bloom
Then we wilted
I wilted
And we ended.
My most fervent dream for us
Was always that we’d
somehow be evergreen
Despite what nature has taught me.
We lived in summer, and died just before winter.
Except I wonder if we are now
Just dead branches
Wilted petals
Fallen leaves
When since the ending
Greenery has burst from our skin
Better than the unpruned tree
Our love seemed to be.
Maybe we had to let the bad fall away
Maybe what we had was the bad
So that something better could grow
The world keeps moving
Whether I will it to or not
And gold that was not yours
Asked for me.
And I know we had our time
And this is a time for pruning
But how can I accept
Different flowers
When even as he spoke
I wished
For yours.
All things have their time
Sunflowers and deep roots,
Tell me,
Is our time truly over?
Flowers bud then bloom
In fragrant bursts of colour and life
Wilting, browning, curling and dying
Just how they should
Trees shake off the frost
Greening up skeletal branches
Till the trunk sways
Under a crown of bushy green
That slowly turn gold orange and brown
And drops
As the world cycles again.
We too, bloomed.
You made me bloom
Then we wilted
I wilted
And we ended.
My most fervent dream for us
Was always that we’d
somehow be evergreen
Despite what nature has taught me.
We lived in summer, and died just before winter.
Except I wonder if we are now
Just dead branches
Wilted petals
Fallen leaves
When since the ending
Greenery has burst from our skin
Better than the unpruned tree
Our love seemed to be.
Maybe we had to let the bad fall away
Maybe what we had was the bad
So that something better could grow
The world keeps moving
Whether I will it to or not
And gold that was not yours
Asked for me.
And I know we had our time
And this is a time for pruning
But how can I accept
Different flowers
When even as he spoke
I wished
For yours.
All things have their time
Sunflowers and deep roots,
Tell me,
Is our time truly over?
I knew as soon as I rose my head, as soon as I’d be seen, that something I wear would make me stand out despite my efforts to remain inconspicuous. Like a torch in a dark room. I stood there and somehow never had to move, they came and went. Eyes on me eyes on me. So many introductions and unwanted touches. I wished for you like I never had, I wish I could have said I belonged to you, because I still feel like I do. ‘So will you say yes?’ I know I’m supposed to, I’m supposed to do this... I didn’t know I’d feel like this at this point. Oh I miss you, I miss you so very sorely. Worst tonight in the crowd with unwanted eyes and touches and offers, I miss you now worse than I have in a long time. I wish you were here. I gotta let you go, but I just.... so much of me still belongs to you.
