Planted a succulent in the old teapot you gave me
It was never good for drinking tea out of
but I didn’t want to throw it away
Felt like throwing away a part of your
heart
that you had given to me
Feels good to have a thing growing now in its place
the thread of our lives
can keep growing
in a different dimension
as if things had been different and we stayed
together
I don’t wish you were still here
but sometimes I miss the grapefruit.
Bitter on my tongue
I’ll let the thorns on this succulent
be the grapefruit now.
Watch it grow to be reminded of how I am growing
and how, presumably
you are too.
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