It’s hard! Starting all over again.

Looking for a new best friend.

I see a lot of flowers I might enjoy,

But I’m not in the mood to pick and choose.

My heart is wilted,

Gone is the nourishment that gave it life.

Gone is the nurturing that kept the soil fertile,

Allowing by blossoms to bloom.

Gone is the bouquet

That filled my every breath.

Gone is the aroma of you.

Now the soil of my spirit lies barren

Allowing nothing to grow.

Hardened by memories of a season grown cold.

I’m sure a new garden will blossom someday

But, for now, my heart lies dormant.

Waiting for a Spring time,

When blooms of a different color emerge,

Cultivated by someone new.