Poetry From My Past (2)

We created something beautiful that needed to be cared for, we just forgot about it somehow and it was then neglected. It started dying, weeds started sprouting.

By the time we remembered what was so beautiful, all that was left was dead flowers overtaken by weeds, we tried to water it and save it.

You can’t water something dead and expect it to grow back overnight.

It won’t grow back ever. It’s impossible.

So how do you create something beautiful again, and actually care for it this time, still scared of the weeds that will inevitably come back.

What happened. Why did it become neglected and die?