watering her garden
the sudden
storm of
tears

did not
wash away
her pain

no more
broken
promises
from him

no more
sleepless
nights
for her

her river
of love
for him
ran dry
long ago

now for her
what grows
will last
forever

but he will
never
see the
flower
that she
becomes

and without
her love
he is a
weed waiting
to die