When Your Garden Dies
As the flowers wilt…
You think of the things you couldn’t give to me
When all I wanted was time
I look in your sunken blue eyes-
the years wasted hanging in the bags
And the wrinkles written in your pain
As you wait for your garden to die.
And I’ll say… “now, you see
this isn’t the way you pictured it would be.”
A painful death,
A slow goodbye.
And when your garden dies
They will all forget
What you meant.
But I never will and I will cry,
A million tears.
Forgiving all the times you didn’t care.
No one will water your flowers
No one will tend to your plants.
The bushes will overgrow
And the weeds will multiply.
There in the jumbled rainbow,
I will see you.
Roaming in your oasis…
Still here on earth.
Stuck…looking for the things you could never find.
All the riches in the world,
The countries far and wide…Turkey, Sweden, Germany…
It never was enough,
It never made you whole.
The family you built.
The struggles, the love…
It never found you.
It never made you one.
This is what you have always wanted...
Waiting to die.
Copyright © Ann T. | Year Posted 2006
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