there is a garden
filled with flowers of every shape
color and size
deep within my heart.
it’s hidden, you see,
behind overgrown mulberries and
Giant sunflowers spring forth in the
bringing cheer to the outer wall of misery.
the door is just there,
to the left of the fifth wheel of sunshine
planted deep in the earth.
reach on through,
wait. here’s the key.
my hand outstreched toward you,
yours toward mine…
you reach, grasping the key
as your fingers ever so gently
and for a bit longer than necessary,
brush against the palm of my hand.
you shove your hand back through the bushes,
determined this time to unlock the hidden door.
i stand, alone,
pulse soaring along with
i fall to the ground as the door lay ajar.
what once was splendor is no more,
dead, withered, gone faster than a
you shrug your shoulders,
leaving us to rot together,
my garden and i.