Cacti do not wilt,
yet this one has dried out
I thought immortality existed
yet strings on a guitar are out of tune,
they did not snap
only slowly stretched apart.
So what have we become?
We sit in heavy silence ever since
our words started hanging
like cigarette smoke.
I run away for weeks
and you're still waiting on my doorstep.
I don't deserve the flowers
maybe we're overdue
I've gone weary
am I so selfish?
we were prodigies
you can't be expressed
and now,
neither can our love.
I have so many questions
but I don't blame you.
