concrete garden

break ups suck

colorful slithers of things unsaid 

falling from trees until theyre dead. 

We let ourselves wither away in the silence.

I still remember when our eyes greeted each other with the summer

hot steam from the concrete, crickets at night, 

the beauty of new york was amplified by our magnetic attraction.

I miss the days when we dreamed beneath the sheets

we dreamed of the greatest garden erupting from concrete

we dreamed of a love like no other

I had to learn the hard way that you can't grow a garden in the concrete. 

I miss the soft soil beneath my feet. 

I had to learn the hard way that the world stops for no one

I can't let my world stop for you

I cannot be your answer

I have to find my own

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a really incredible metaphor for the break up of a relationship....nicely paralleling autumn.

well done.