Rosalie Morris
poetry
poetry
Saying Goodbye
When I planted those seeds
I didn’t expect anything
to come up.
I didn’t have any experience - I’d never gardened before.
Try it, but don’t get your hopes up,
I told myself.
Little green shoots began
to appear. So beautiful and breakable.
They looked like
tiny emerald fireworks frozen in time.
The little green shoots
rapidly became huge, healthy
plants - a jungle of bursting colour, limitless
petals reaching toward the sun.
I began to forget that
there used to be nothing but dirt
where they stood.
Last night the frost came early and chilled
my Eden into submission, leaving
behind nothing more than a
frigid wasteland.
My perfect flowers are
gone,
so sudden, like losing a limb
or a lover.
I’m just left here feeling disappointed and pissed off.