Growth, And Its Sad Poem by Bea Hayden

and its sad.

you were supposed to grow with me

you were supposed to be the stem holding me up as i
bloomed
and you were supposed to be there wilting with me
as time slipped over us.

and its sad.

while i was becoming more full and involving myself in what i believed that we believed in,
you simply

Stopped.

you hit your peak while I was still on a rapid climb.

And I was forced to make the decision on continuing to seek
sunlight
or come back down with you.

and its sad.

every petal of my being basks in sunlight,
rooted in you.