I was walking through this garden one more time.
The colors are intoxicating,
Their scent is enchanting,
They take many forms which capture my eyes.
There are weeds that are obvious and
With in them are elegantly disguised weeds.
My pot has been empty for a long time.
Within the dry soil are remains of what was once a beautiful union.
This pot was given as a gift.
It was not time that was the enemy, but the lack of affection.
It was forgotten, watered when reminded,
placed in the sun when withering.
so I took back my pot to try to save the remains
beyond saving it I tried, and tried, and tried.
Now its gone and we see what it once held in memory.
I'm walking through this garden one more time and I'm scared.
Not knowing if I am going to find a flower or a weed as time goes by.
Plant and grow is what we need to remind ourselves to do.
For we are all gardeners, we just have to except it.
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