"Sorry" the wind whispers
Embracing the leaves with soft breath
As callous hands claw at gentle life
A deed of sacrificial violence

A cheap card screams his empty words
Depreciating the 'gift' of
breathless life resting on the table
So much like me...
A mirror of silken petals

The chipped vase
His kaleidoscope...
of mistakes
Wearing my shadow as immunity
His apology silent...
torn, dying flowers
Beneath his water-soaked guilt... life withers

His peace offering: tormented bunches
Crying for the light... he absorbs
with his black soul

"Sorry" I whisper into the wind
that brushes against virgin petals
Mother nature weeps for us:
Bloody dew drops
Shared tears

My pain and I, rest amongst the faded color
of his apologies... unspoken
There is no escape, no life
No solace in my decadent garden

~ Shae Leigh
16th-July-1998

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