The Blood & The Bones

by now you know

you will find me

where the wildest flowers grow

for I planted far away

from any that could pick me

it is beautiful here

most days

and yet I am withering

even surrounded by all this beauty

I am alone

it has been so long

since I have felt the touch of another

even accidentally and momentarily brushing me in the breeze

and the sun still shines

high in the sky

and still water falls

from the clouds

but all around me

there’s a drought

and I fear

it will take me

and I will become dust

weakened

and disappearing

in summer’s ending

so now I beg

I plead

let someone

choose me

the blood

& the bones