empty and wilted, dead

you planted a garden
in my lungs
breathed sycamore and
cedar trees
promised a love like the
ocean breeze,
a little reckless but
t’was complete

your summer breeze cascades
over me,
as I am light under
fragile wings
still you water me, so
I am filled

daisies grew to be ten
feet tall
tulips rose and quickened
my fall
once naive, just a dream
ended up
becoming so vivid
and so real

ah! i thought i had it!
what a shame!
and then you left and all
the flowers,
once gleaming with passion,
searched for your
strong arms to hinge on but
they came out
empty and wilted, dead