Maybe I’m keeping
A broken dream alive
What veracity!
Ode to truthful pleasures
The exterior is pristine
I think you would be proud
Of what I’ve become
And
What I’ve done
Garden flat
All though you may never have
Really cared about that
Neighbors said they
Liked the flowers
The garden is my sanctity
Does it also count
If it’s only me?
Attraction
Connection
Companionship
Something to do it for
An us factor to share
Are we holding onto
An idea for something
They were all contending
For his attention and love
But in the end none of them
Truly adored him
It was a trophy
Something to win
Someone could say
I got him!
What would it mean to
Genuinely love him
© GÄ
Poétique 