Identity

I am a mistake
— I can never regret.

Yet he is a mistake
— I can never forget.

To Cherry

for you changed when fall came
a different seed that the old couple had planted
‘you reap what you sow’
but they have done no wrong
and now this rose has made her thorns sharp
we come from the same stem,
but we parted

to this change I have not expected
as if a foreign flower has bloomed beside me
and I have my faults
of pushing her away
seeing the differences between us

and now my actions have taken its toll

she hisses my name like its poison
as if we don’t come from the same stem
but it seems the farmers would like to harvest her first
for her beauty and wit
‘I might as well wilt’ I say

you have won this lifetime
for you lived and I died, and keep dying each day

Kindness

You come to me
in the gentlest of ways

You rise me
from my sleep
as the soft morning light
peeks through the leaves

You whisper to me
the sweetest of words
as the wind tells me
more of secrets bare

You say goodbye
and I weep.