by Zoe Sorenson
Your plants are still here.
I guess that’s kinda obvious
since you couldn’t really fit multiple potted plants
(or stupid kid-brothers)
in the one duffel bag you packed when
you decided to leave forever.
Still, you loved them so much.
I kinda figured that, if anything, you’d
come back for them.
I don’t understand how you could
leave them behind.
You gave so much of yourself to
the things you loved—
your attention and care
became their own kind of magic.
Now would be a really good time
for you to use those superpowers of yours
and the plants can be happy again.
It’s only been a little while since you left,
but already they’re starting to wilt.
I don’t know if it’s ’cause of
the time that’s passed,
or if they somehow know that you’re gone.
Maybe they’re just
grieving in the way they know best.
I’ve tried so hard to help.
I’ve tried so hard to keep alive
the one thing left of you.
But nothing I do is enough and
I’m going to lose them just like
I lost you so please
just come home. I need you
to fix it like you always do.
Your flowers miss you.
I miss you.
I want my big sister back.
Image by Lisa Amann on Unsplash.