Wilting
Always a climber they said.
Hardy, perennial, no need for a bed.
But the ditch was too deep,
My roots could not keep,
Your watery words
Infected by hers.
How could I grow?
You kept me in shadow.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2010
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