Wilting

I don’t acknowledge the flowers that endure wilting

What you surely planted soils my mind

You endure the roots we share

So harmless is a seed

Where does the blame lie for this garden we tend

Ever feverishly to dredge in thirst in the rain

Once again, I must leave myself out to dry

I watch you sat against the stem

Sodden bones slowly

Wane to indulge that

One day you can grow peace

Surely you must know

That I’d do the same