Please
Please let me apologize
for what happened
those 6 years ago.
We walked the barren fields
we exchanged looks
and words
and stories
and we wept for our past selves
we didn’t look back to see
the produce of our tears.
we just looked ahead.
at the dead stalks
jutting from the ground
at the dry soil
crumbling under our feet
at our future
dark, dry, barren.
You were hesitant, I knew.
You weren’t so quick to jump
towards desperation
towards despairing recreation.
But I forced you
to take the plunge
with me.
So you’ll always be with me.
After I took you down
I ran back
to start over
It was then that I saw
the green sprouting
the soil supple
the product of our tears
growing up.
I wanted to run to you
to cultivate with you
but you were moving past me
taking our garden with you.
