The cactus you gave me has perished a long time ago.
I'm sorry.
I am not good with living things.
Chalk it up to forgetfulness
Or
To apathy
Or
To whatever illness of the soul,
Another victim to add to the tally.
Another green's death in this house.
It stings more knowing that it's a gift.
I should have known that accepting is a guranteed death sentence
Here's to that brave plant
And
To the weeks spent trying.
