NGC 2237 8/28/25

he bolted because she was

a thistle

who thought she was  

                                                   a rose

he just couldn’t deal

with

all of her thorns

being together felt like

Fate, Karma, and Destiny

were having a fistfight

inside his head

he knew he would be better off

                                                    dead,

she did not shed one tear

in vain

finally manifesting pleasure

after enduring unimaginable      

pain

to her he was medicine,

a shaman, a magician

with the powers to make her a believer

she bloomed in his absence

into someone much like the rose                                                  

she had always fancied

                                                    herself

to be