Progress
My heart was a wasteland.

In a miraculous moment

it bloomed for you

in all of nature’s colors.

It was like your smile held Spring.

Now, a short while later,

it’s all a tainted memory fading,

a regret,

a moment of flight before impact.

My heart is a parking lot.
['Heath ዟ']
['New Day', 'Relationships', 'Poetry', 'Endings', 'Literally Literary']