Every new daylight

patches up the sleepless night before it

and with every passing moment

that i haven’t heard the familiar ‘I love you’

i sink deeper and deeper  

into a pool of my own hurt

and i can’t catch my breath 

so i keep sinking

and i let my body rest unmoving 

because maybe drowning

will feel better than this hurt

or maybe i’m expecting you to pull me back to surface

The Wrong Gardener

Be careful who you let tend to your garden

because one day they’ll pick your flower

you will plant yourself in them 

and you will become so deeply rooted

that when they leave you 

you cannot replant yourself anywhere else.

Roaming the streets of Italy. I admired these flowers up for sale so much until I later learned how damaging it can be to allow someone else to take care of you.