The Roots, How Deep. How Desperately Deep.

By Miriam   

like the anticipation of
all worthwhile things,
I am beginning to realize
that my roots dig
severely deeper than
what I had intended to grow.

For now,
I can ignore the fact
that when you leave,
it will be as easy for you as
locking the door and
leaving my key in the
usual hiding spot nestled
in the folds of the flag;
while I, my dear, would
have to burn the house down
in order to even begin to
erase the stain of you from
my synapses.

The roots,
how deep. How
desperately deep.

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