Forget-me-nots

After the rainfall, a dry wind takes root
sending admiration adrift with the chill of dispute.
Will our marriage amount to a garden's flowering scent
congested by the selfish weeds of resentment?

Falling drops bathe my packed bags
spattering the ink of airline tags.
I tear away mementos from our honeymoon
paper banners of crushed dreams yet to bloom.

I find myself falling for your cruel tongue and deception;
twisted words make me question my perception.
Touching the thin membrane of indecision,
I don't really want to go through with this division.

One day my love, you will understand what it means
to tend the flowers and grow  lush greens,
You will repair broken fences and water the grass.
Treasure the blossoms because they don't always last.

You told me I was no longer your honored flower
while you sat smugly righteous and glowered.
The season is ending and with winter chill
the garden dies, but my love never will.