KEEPER

I believed you were capable of change
But I guess I was wrong,
Once again.
I’m left to pick up the pieces,
To make them fit -
To create some semblance of a sanctuary,
While you’ll sit like a stone
In a garden only I tended.
I’ll work the soil,
I’ll plant the seeds,
You won’t have to get your hands dirty.
You can welcome friends,
& woo lovers,
In this patch of heavenly earth
In which I've worked each & every day -
Alone.