You left at dusk.
Perfect timing for a Scarlet O’Hara moment to take place near the garden we’d weeded together. After lying for years, cheating on me, stealing my heart, and killing my faith in humanity, you finally found the courage to say goodbye.
And as the sky caught fire, I found myself kneeling in the dirt, an inch worm on hands and knees, tears watering the withered bed.
Standing, I raised a fist of soil into the air and made a vow:
“I’m not gonna let your callous ways lick me. As God is my witness, I’ll never plant poppies again.” Red was your favorite, so this made perfect sense.
Instead, I’d plant something platonic, like yellow chrysanthemums. I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace if I could find something to believe in before next spring.
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dVerse~Poet’s Pub|Prosery: When it comes to Katherine Riegel
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“I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.” from the poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.”