How do you help those who do not ask for help?
the stagnant stench of well wishes
left out to rot, a thin skinned nectarine
innards strewn haphazard pulsing wounded
wooden core carved, two capitol letters
encircled with a gracious heart
I loved you, once.
I loved what I thought we had.
I loved the way you shaved my face in the shower.
You filled me with honey-turned-air
so maybe it should make sense that
before our balloon partnership burst,
so big and so empty,
I felt so desperate for you.
You had already given me everything.
so I will paddle my own canoe
occasionally thinking of you
sending small birds laden with words
and sweet nothings piled high
even if you can’t stand to
talk or listen or hear
you will still have a memento
of something I hold dear
you are a wonderful lily
somebody will one day hold tender
I want you to be happy
you are a strong oak
somebody will one day shade under
I want to help you
you are a sweet peach
somebody will one day taste daily
I want you to prosper
I gave you a piece of myself.
I will never take it back.
It is yours to do with what you will.
Please do not leave it locked away in the back of your dresser drawer.