Scorpion Grasses

When you said you’d bring me flowers,

I was hoping for your tulips.

Instead,

You planted seeds of Forget-Me-Nots

That grew when you left

And refused to wilt and wither.

For the more I cried, the more they grew.

For the more I bled, the more they bloomed.

For as long as I remember how radiant you were,

They’ll always be nourished.

You remain more nurturing in my mind

Than you ever were to my heart.