I hate it

When sweet turns to bitter

Like a twist of lime.


When the memories lose their shine,

And turn to rust.

When the laughs no longer ring,

But only echo.


Friends,

Far away.

Promises,

Unkept.

Connections,

Severed.

Hearts,

Dead and buried.


When the tears have cried their river,

The head happy and the tail sad,

And the fall has shed its colors,

Into a somber winter evening.

All that is left is the residue,

The now brown leaves,

Crinkling underfoot.

And I, right now.


And yet I stay,

Standing in the acid rain

Waiting for the flowers to bloom.