They say people in your life are seasons, and everything that happened was for a reason. Why did our season have to end? I wasn’t finished planting the flowers. Maybe God had a blessing in store for another gardener. I pray that he nourish you right. Take your happiness to new heights. Then again, maybe I might return. To that place where we laughed all day and talked about it all night. I find myself fantasizing of all the good times. Wonder why I couldn’t see them when we were bonded. I heard it’s hard to see the picture when you’re in it. Like a sculptor to his work, God molds us to his likings. So I blame no one. This gift I have refuses to be lame. It has to speak out. The subject matter is YOU. Will we pull through? I know I know . . . Only if I remain true. True to you and yours. Only then will I be able to see the his & hers. These gestures aren’t offensive. They’re defensive. Against TEMPTATION. It takes many people to run a nation. It only takes two to vacation. So come, vacate with me. Lots of things to see and plenty of things to be.

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This poem was submitted for the "Poetry for the Mind's Joy" project and is reproduced here with permission from the author. All rights reserved. Poetry for the Mind's Joy is Poet Laureate Kay Ryan's project that includes a community college poetry contest administered by the Community College Humanities Association and a lively videoconference.
  • Nishea Nichols

    Tarrant County College, Forth Worth, TX

    Faculty Advisor: Catherine Higdon, English Instructor