Honeysuckle

I left your honeysuckle

As I drove by

I tried to grow it

But it was a lie

I put it in water

But with no ground

A jar of nothing

No earth to be found

The roots find their heart

Can’t give you your start

It has to explore

Where it can endure-

I felt my honeysuckle

Like grandma’s touch

I mourn my honeysuckle

a sad, fragrant crutch

I cut it, to fake –

But it wouldn’t take

I live with the scent

My childhood lament

It’s only the dirt

And my nursed hurt

I left your honeysuckle

As i moved on.

I wanted to hold you –

But my grandma is gone.

I try- but i can’t water words

We drown as souls- so flooded without worth