Seeds

I planted the seeds of you and laid them low
I fertilized and sprinkled water at a good flow
Got the mower out and all ready to go
And still I couldn't get you to grow

I cultivated with an old back hoe
Pulled weeds out of the roots of me and let them go
Prayed to God because that's what you do when you don't know
And still I couldn't get you to grow

I was always taught and led to believe
the Artful Dodger wore his heart on his sleeve
something broken, something stolen, no tears shed as you prepared to leave
You didn't seem to understand there's honor among the thieves

I always tried to give you the me you wanted
Even though my growth as a man was stunted
Now I lay in the incinerator of what was you; and I burn
Hoping for a hand from the depths of the fallen; so I can turn

The rotisserie of life drops me into the meadow and the coolness of morning dew,
a discovery of self and a new me at the sunrise of the aftermath of you,
renewed vigor, hope, and the dreams I will share with another
I promise myself to seek attributes of you and if found; run for cover