The Garden

We are just like the garden
That we planted in front of our house
On our anniversary so long ago
At the time, the garden looked beautiful
It was small but pretty
But after a while we stopped paying attention to the garden
And you began a garden somewhere else
You toiled and tilled elsewhere while
The weeds in our garden began to grow
And the flowers stopped blooming
Finally the flowers died off and the leaves turned brown
Now I stand before the empty soil and water the earth with my tears
Because I did not want just a garden
I wanted a field of flowers
Blooming with our memories in colors so bright
So that when I became old I could
Walk through the field and pick the blooms of nostalgia
And as I would smell each bloom I would
Remember all the times we had together with happiness
Now my field will not have your color in it.
And I stand before our garden
Staring at the empty soil
And watering the earth with my tears.