A wing from the bird has broken.

I'm not sure how it came apart

Only that I run after it and cannot catch it,

Almost like catching the seeds that blow through the air

During the end of spring.

Once we planted these seeds and watched them grow with

Laughter and smiles on our faces.

We could not be deterred.

It is suddenly a rain storm and I don't

Feel the warm spray against me,

But only the mixture of harsh hate and angry hose.

Nothing can grow in these conditions.

Can't you see that or do you even care.

What's gone is gone forever, it cannot be taken back

A flower, whose petals are lost are lost forever.

Those words come back to me,

As I once used them in another place

Yet still the same, the same meaning,

They wrestle in my stomach like a churning urn.

It will fade, suddenly, without notice

And it will be without any grace,

We will already hate one another

And it will be too late.