rich enough

When you left,
not just from me,
but from your­self too,
I felt this mas­sive hole
in­side of my soul.
Like some am­a­teur chef
sawed me in half
and scooped out the remnants
of the best parts of me.
Leav­ing the rest
mangled,
cold,
exposed.
To be found by the unfortunate,
by the des­per­ate soul
search­ing for substance
in the al­ley out back

I woke up one day
and I realized
the side of the bed
I treat­ed like a graveyard
was also mine

In that moment,
I also realized
that plant­i­ng pret­ty flowers
would only make it habitable
if the soil was rich enough
to sup­port new life
 
 

—cas­si­die wages

Flom­mist Cas­si­die Wages is an artis­tic blue-haired cre­ative de­pressed em­path­ic friend­ly gen­uine heavy in­tel­li­gent jux­ta­posed kind­heart­ed lev­el­head­ed moody note­wor­thy over-an­a­lyz­ing pa­tient quizzi­cal re­spon­sive sar­cas­tic tired un­sure vi­sion­ary weird yogi zeal­ous. Copy­right © 2019 Cas­si­die Wages. Im­age source.

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