The Garden

A nugget of nature at my reach.
Mushrooms are squidgy under my toes.
Earth, crumbling in my palms.
Crisp and fresh.
I kiss the summer air.
Here, there is perpetual bliss,
But I can still see the remnants of you,
in the slug, slurping its way up my thigh.

Milliseconds cascade into years,
and I will be fine.
Despite the trail of blood,
wounds can heal.

I feed the weeds and shred the flowers
Cause roses remind me of unattainable beauty,
Whilst weeds can grow and cover all,
So memories will fade into colours and shapes,
and I will learn to forget.