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 svelte 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.

so I will paddle my own canoe
occasionally thinking of you
sending small birds laden with words
and sweet nothings piled high

you are a delicate lily
somebody will one day hold tender
you are a strong oak
somebody will one day shade under
you are a sweet peach
somebody will one day taste daily

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.