Something fundamental shatters

Broken bottles; strewn thoughts,

As she abandons all that mattered

To a girl forever lost.

We saw ourselves in broken bottles,

Tried to dull the piercing truth,

But each reflected only sadness

Happily displaced by youth.

Ignorance bled into knowledge,

Staining that which seemed pristine,

Our friendship was a flighty thing

For preservation, we lacked means.

We grew together; intertwined,

Some wild dandelion twins

Vibrant weeds of flash and color

Killing prowlers from within.                                 

But now we’re lost in separate gardens

Half as lethal; muted; bleak;

Rarely picked for summer bouquets

Ill-equipped for fragrance sweet,

Wishing for a wind to lift us

Over stunting thunder clouds,

Dreaming of a lightening ruin

For oppressive garden shrouds.

Always longing, always hoping,

Frantic, desperate, flower twins,

Something fundamental shatters

Seeds are lifted, life begins.