POEM -- Blossoms Without Sun

Blossoms Without Sun

By Thomas Herr

I'm sorry for your tears.
I'm sorry to see you cry.
Yes I know your heart is aching
And that smile just masks a frown.

You can come to my place
But it’s no better than yours.
What? You don’t believe me?
Well, you just need to look around.

It’s kind of scary isn’t it?
It’s like Impatiens without roots.
It’s like Blossoms without Sun.
Time just brings us down.

It’s not the life we choose.
Or the life we lose.
Yet still, the blossoms bloom.