Where the Garden Ends

Green

Take a step away from the screen,

It is the color that fills the spring air;

The morning dew clings to your bare feet-

Grass tickling your toes.

It is the exhale of relief

And the sound of distant deer

With the ruffling of leaves.

Great oaks loom overhead,

Cooling the summer breeze.

It is walking alone, the crunch of the forest

Below.

It is the twisting of your heart

As a happy couple walks past you.

It is the anger in your gut

As they laugh

And it seeps into the core of your soul

As you continue to walk alone.

It haunts your nights, consumes your heart,

And the sick, sick feeling

You face every moment of unwanted solidarity.

Jealously,

The beast that creeps within,

Turning you green.