Flower Pot

The void has successfully grown

The roses are turning much duller

The dog walks all alone

While holding its own blue collar

The dog starts digging at the dirt

Sniffing for a seed for hours

Now the dog is left feeling hurt

Because it can’t plant any more flowers

You have always been like this dog

You have always loved your little plants

But now your garden is filled with fog

It’s no longer a home for the ants

So I can tell you’ve made some room

To plant a green stem on your wrist

I know that soon the stem will bloom

And you will slowly cease to exist

Left in the pot is nothing but ash

Powder that most people consider trash

I watch the leaves connect with the ground

Wither peacefully, making no sound

I wished to join the dog for a walk

Find the beauty in flowers along its side

I know that we wouldn’t need to talk

Not with the leash that helps us collide

But the cold storm turned green to blue

And resulted in walks not lasting for long

I always knew it was too good to be true

Yet I wished you had just brought me along

You had way too easily kicked me out

Deciding to only focus on your sprout

You said the pot was where I had wronged

I thought with you was where I belonged

I was left feeling like a flower without sun

I didn’t know the dark had only just begun

Everyone around me wishes I was wiser

A bit wiser, to avoid using the fertilizer

Now the void won’t stop growing in size

Just like the sire who lost his beloved wife

The stem was erased by the edge of a knife

I just wish I had the ability to love it back to life