I wish I could take back my pain
inflicted like on any-one,
You're like me, a lonely soul
beholden to the sad unknown.

You said I couldn't relate,
or communicate,
but my eyes do latch,
on this lonely batch,
of your sweet flowers.

A new special owner,
and the garden
weeds spread......
I wish I was dead.
worn tires tread.

I can't say,
I am sorry,
as on the day,
you won't believe.