Been waiting so long my blood has turned cold and purple
and I feel like a lone chameleon in a fruitless passion.
You heard me calling for you, I’m sure you did…
I thought the sweet songs might pique your interest,
but it’s been years and now there’s a clot over the bleed —
the wilted four-leaf clover at the edge of this garden tells all…
the tale of not letting go.
All symptoms show a heart at desire’s end,
a passion watered down,
a spirit on its last glow
and a mind bent on letting go…
so I hope this time it’s not all vine and no taters.
© Heath Muchena