Drought

I am the withering flower
You've neglected
Absorbing water
From the air around me

Brought me home
Intentions pure
With plans to water me as needed

Gradually as time slipped
Your visits grew less and less
Until their frequency stopped altogether

My soil was drenched
As fertile as the Nile's banks
Now cracked with dehydration
Silenced by the neglect

Your indifference could slice through hearts
And through this one
It did

The plant on the shelf
The darkest corner of the room
Where the sunlight isn't felt

I trusted you to remember
That I needed cared for with consistency
That trust was broken
Expectations bent, broke down, forgotten

Give that plant to me
Show her a life deserving
Shower her in love and affection
Certainly some water
Watch her burst into life
With bountiful blossoms

I wouldn't fuck it up
As well as you did