We were planting a garden together
Not intentionally at first
We scattered seeds about without thought or care for how they might grow
But grow they did
And soon our garden was beautiful, full of color and flora the likes neither of us had seen
We laughed and let the garden run wild
So lovely was our bit of Earth, we did not think to tend it
We did not check below the brush for unwanted things
The weeds took over suddenly
“We can clear them out and save the garden,” I said
“No. It’s too late. Our garden should have withstood the weeds,” he replied
“We can plant again in a different place,” I dug into dirt
“No matter where we plant there will be weeds and we have proven we can’t contain them,” he replied
“But we are so happy here,” I cried near desperation
“Yes, we were happy,” his eyes sorrowful

We were building a fort together
Not intentionally at first
We piled rocks and sticks willy-nilly without concern for function or form
But form they did
And soon our fort was wonderful, full of warmth and charm the likes neither of us had seen
We dallied and let the building get bigger
So true were our efforts, we did not think to consult a plan
That we had built a maze struck suddenly
“We can tear down what we don’t need and save the fort,” I said
“No. It’s too late. We should have noticed our mistake much earlier,” he replied
“We see the problem now. Let’s fix it together,” I pushed against a wall
“No matter what we build we will still need direction and we have proven we can’t plan together,” he replied
“But we are so happy here,” I cried near desperation
“Yes, we were happy,” his heart weighted

We were dreaming a life together
Not intentionally at first
We invited thoughts joyful and sad without considering if our images would blend
But blend they did
And soon our dream was bold and bright, full of shapes and symbols the likes neither of us had seen
We found joy in sleeping and embracing and sleeping again
So intoxicating this dreamy state, we did not notice one of us was waking
He emerged from the dream suddenly
“I will wake up too, so we can be together,” I said
“No. It’s too late. I feel myself leaving and you can’t come with me,” he replied
“We love each other. I’d rather be awake with you than dreaming alone,” I lifted my head
“No matter awake or dreaming, I am changed and we have proven we can’t change together,” he replied
“But we are so happy here,” I cried near desperation

I hear nothing in return
He is gone from the dream

 

Featured image: Japanese garden in San Francisco.