The days must go on
Regardless,
Can't revisit an old garden
And expect it to grow
It's over
I know,
Just dirt and dust
Wilted flowers
With little hope
Or trust
In any growth
Though I have been on my
Hands
And
Knees
Getting my hands *****
Dug up all our roots
And bad bones
But was still deemed unworthy
You would pick any flower
Over me
Wilted,
But not done
Because all I ever needed
Was a little water
And sun
To grow
Up

(and someone else will see how beautiful I have become)