With the way things are going…

I can tell it may rain later 
And then you will waltz
Across my garden

  With no business being there
I asked for peace, you gave me 
A hurricane


I can’t stand the skin 
I see in the sea’s reflection

I can see myself 
     Buried under years
Of pretending 

I didn’t exist, 

or

My garden didn’t need water

Well that’s a lie 

I am learning that, 

The Hard Way.