Love could have been all those things
that we had planned
Years back when we planted the garden on my backyard
Eyes,smiles,laughter,voices had strolled hand in hand
Brushing arms and wombs
Night caressing the happiness that tingled infected and young
Growing thick in the green curls of leaves and breeze
The rain whispered and hissed
Helplessly melting in the belly of flowers
Today when I cross the kitchen
I miss the garden
Behind the plush curtains
bought from the neighbourhood sale
The price seemed just right
Like chopped dreams
Like my sorted and tentative
I do not know if I have begun to accept
The disquiet of things, dust fastened and hazed
Lying in the pulpy pages of beseeching springtime
Sprawling in books
some men like you and women like me
Unnerving elephantine and winged
Love could have been all those things
That I let go when I miss the garden
Which we planted in my backyard
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