Janine Alyssa Navarro
To See Them Wither - Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
Without the faintest trace of knowing what it meant;
my sedated heart was a yearning, muted desert
for the oasis and shelter that only you hosted.
But Iâ€™m a fallen tree that grew on the impression
of love and hope that was never there, you were clever;
you raised my sanguine branches, only to see them wither.
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