 barren... lifeless... yet, you took me... planted me... nourished me and helped me grow into this beautiful flower... dancing in the sunshine... swaying, but not too much, in the soft rain. You showed me how to be proud of myself again... you built a white picket fence around me... sheltering me from life's evils... protecting me from those times you couldn't always be there. You enriched my soil... giving me strength enough to withstand life's perils... the strong winds that often attempt to blow us over. At times, when my stem weakened, you offered a crutch... a brace against my weakness until I was completely strong again.  Then... in the darkness of a night, someone came to me... picked all my beautiful petals... weakening me until I could stand alone no more. Silently... in the still of this night... with no one noticing... I fell. I awoke the next morning... face down in the soil that once strengthened me... drowning in the water that once nourished me. Someone have overcome my picket fence... my wall of strength. But who? ... How? ... Why? Decrepitly, I halfway opened my eyes which were blurred... full of dirt. I attempted to lift my head... Instantly, I was acutely aware of eye-level feet... "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T STEP ON ME AGAIN! (I'm so weak... so fragile...) "WHO ARE YOU?" "HAVE YOU COME TO HELP ME?" My blurry eyes, making their journey up this giant form standing before me, suddenly realized... "IT'S YOU!" (I knew you would come to save me!) Only... something is different... (You HAVE come to save me... haven't you?) But... where is that beautiful smile that radiates sunshine to my heart? And your eyes... they are filled... filled with hostility? You speak... could it be... no. But the voice... it sounds familiar... yet... somewhat disillusioned. In all honesty... I must admit that I recognize the sound. It is you... you... speaking words that I don't understand. You tell me... (Oh God... no!) that it's over... you never want to talk to me again... never want to see me again... Lying here now... I realize how many times I have touched you... yet I didn't. I realize how many times I've held you... but you never felt it. I realize that I know your name... but never knew YOU. And now... I don't even recognize myself. You turn to walk from me... just as you have done before. "PLEASE DON'T GO." "CAN'T YOU FEEL IT?" "DON'T YOU KNOW?" "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" "I LOVE YOU." Yes, you... the person that gave me life... and now the person that is bringing me death... and has come to watch me die. I gave everything to this relationship... not knowing if it was too much... or not enough. Now, you have the nerve to turn and walk from me... leaving me lying here... mentally deficient... begging helplessly as you walk. Weakened, I try to rejoice in the fact that you ever came at all. But now, I have to wonder... did you really? Recalling your cold, deathening words... I remember how many times I have cried for you... how many times I have worried for you... how many times I have gone through hell over you... yet, took time to pray for you. And now, you have just left me lying here... drowning... not only in the water that once nourished me... but also in my tears. I sink deeper and deeper into this wet, soggy ground... I turn to look for you. With all the strength I have left, I try to reach for you. I see the vague shadow of your body as you are walking away. I try to call your name... but my voice is muffled. Yet, I think you know what I'm wanting to say. Yes... I still love you. You can strip me of everything my life with you has given me... but the love I feel for you is MINE... and I am determined to carry it with me into this pit of dirt substituting as a grave. Good-bye to you... man of many hats... man I so foolishly fell in love with. And thank you for allowing me to have these last few moments in private... these moments really weren't meant to be shared with a stranger anyway. Oh, and by the way... remember the beautiful picket fence you built for me? Well, I hope you didn't trip on it on your way out... you left so fast. I guess it was just too much to ask for you to, at least, say good-bye... I guess it was just too much to ask for you to simply say thank-you for the blossoms you picked from me. I guess ANYTHING was just too much to ask. Oh well... what does a dumb old flower know anyway? Now, please excuse me while I finish dying. © Property of the author. Do not edit, copy, reproduce, etc. without permission. Back Email Graphics by Sleepy Designs 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004 |
