weeding out

they are saying spring has returned

but

you have not

my heart is still frozen

in wait

there are no seasons now that you left

just pause

mother nature is not my mother

she makes plants bloom

not me

i fester like a weed

ugly

the sun shines on us all

but what beauty is reflected

can only come from you

and you are not here

still

i will plant something 

to watch it die

again

since there are no seasons