March 27th 2022
You were a flower in my garden
Withstanding every storm in sight,
Standing firm through each season,
But I left you out in the cold at night.
Most days you begged for care,
And I walked by unfazed.
You have to understand I was unwell,
No time for the commonweal.
I plucked you from my garden
And sent you away.
I search for you on this spring day,
Thinking maybe you'll come by in May.
You're building your new garden
While I repair the hole you once lay,
No one expected the decay,
Now it is all hearsay.
I hope you're growing new roots,
Feeling the sun I couldn't provide.
You're garden will be full,
Blooming in the life I tried.
I assure you I'm the same Bee,
Just in a new hive.
You no longer follow my seasons,
But you have your reasons.
I notice now you taught me to grow,
Maker of the garden,
My wishes for you have not harden,
Simply somebody I used to know.