the flower wilts
despite the sunlight
and encouragement
he whispers in the
silent moments that
stretch far past
an acceptable amount
showing despite the
best of intentions
some blossoms are
so self absorbed that
they do not realize
how they discourage
an amateur gardener
from his adorations
now his ambitions lay
in burning bridges
after salting the
soil where nothing
but heartthistle will
ever fully take root