all of our plants are dead -

i didn't care for them then, they shriveled up in the sun, once lively and once green - the aloe plant and the palm

in their brief lives i didn't give them a single drop of water or sing them a single song i didn't even look at them for all that long

they sat by separate windows far apart and the light consumed them leaf by leaf

they've been brown for two years now and i'm still holding on

each week another leaf falls on the fake tile ground

i don't know what i'll do when there's nothing left to fall

i look at them now knowing they were dear friends