"Die. "

For you. Enjoy the bitterness the of fruit that shall never ripen... The casket finally drops.

As the pulse of this romance fades,

I feel my heart growing colder,

Colder.

Try as I might to revive the beat -

There's no saving.

This dead, lifeless entity.

A shell of what once was - love eternal.

Only diamonds last forever.

I bury the numbness with booze, Balenciaga bags and boys - none of which can fill the void.

Months pass, the funeral has gone,

The mourning is over, the morning is here.

I console myself, and push on.

In my chest plate, I plant a garden.

Remembrance of a love lost.

The flowers bloom,

Busy bees swarm,

Longing for the sweet nectar of a fresh rose.

A new, better gardener tends to it daily, nurturing and watering the beauty

That grew out of pain.

I pour out a drop from the spout, before the water sprinkles down.

When I reminisce over you - my god.

 - By: Kimani Fisher 2010