of sweet inanities
and bite-sized bland confections.
Let us talk
without the gravity of emotion
to compensate for
roots that were rarely watered.
Let us stay
here, outside of the place
where my tender things try
yet again to grow
and never go near
the blighted spots that remain
as memorials to the things
you've trampled.
Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash
Song Choice: Push by Matchbox 20
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem was created for the Friday Writings Prompt at Poets and Storytellers United.
