If only I had known
The vines of our life
Were as thoroughly attached
If only I’d realized your
Fruit was growth from our branches
If only I’d figured my health
Depended on your pruning
I wouldn’t be sodding about
In the rotten mealy remains
Or mourning that
Everyone leaned on our trunk
Victim of our own strength
We forgot about us
And the whole forest fell
Eyes too dim to devour your beauty’s depth.
Heart too weak to live within your boundless love.
Body too brittle to withstand your embrace’s hold.
Life too short for your love consuming.
I just found out I had a catastrophic issue with my data on this site.
I downgraded and thought ‘content’ didn’t include my poetry. Thankfully I have it backed up, but all comments, likes are gone. Thank you so much for your patience.
I am definitely still here and will continue to post poetry.