When We First Met
I was whole
We got to know
each other and
I’ve never been happier
Then spring became the summer,
we were running out of time.
You had to go on the road again,
Which to me seemed like a landslide;
and my heart
which came tumbling down
with rocks and thorns.
Dirt in my eyes
You broke my heart.
It is now filled with water
Where the growth of
rotten trees
And once beautiful,
Newly bloomed,
Flowers, once called home.
It’s gone
Before I ever got to appreciate it
My pure,
Perfect, beautiful, little
Heart.