The lilac that was our love exploded:
New growth emanating from sudden death,
Brightening my world, erasing my dread.
Without thinking of you, I never drew breath,

But the soil carried blight, no strong foundation,
Nothing to nourish and sustain its life.
Soon, melancholy came from elation
And there was no happiness left: only strife.

But I remembered the first hour’s beauty:
The music of your laugh, the light of your smile.
So I poured in all I had, all of me,
To try to make it last, but all the while

I could do nothing but slow its certain death.
It wasn’t worth saving. I wasted my breath.