Frida’s Garden

Levi liked the way the garden looked in rain
The tree Frida planted
Soaking up puddles at its feet

It had been raining for days
He sat in the kitchen
Watching the world disappear
Through glass

The garden wasn’t the same without her
The roses died last winter
The grass browned the summer before

He stood
Put the kettle on
Wind rattling the doors
Remembering how with her around
He always knew what he was doing

Now he was a man without a plan
And autumn hurt the most
Because people weren’t meant
To be alone
When the world was as dark
As this

The world kept shrinking
Until it vanished
In rain against stained glass

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I am reworking my old poems. This is one of the ones I wrote in my early twenties, when fictional characters made more sense to me than the originals.