I have a rosemary.
I got it green,
full of life and aroma.
But my rosemary lost its lean,
and went into a deep coma.
But I still water it every few days
hoping it will wake.
I see the soil always wet,
my water it won’t take.
Maybe it was me that killed her,
maybe when I love I overwhelm
and water a bit too much
maybe sometimes I forget.
It’s either this or that,
either all or nothing.
I have days where love in me grows
and others where I can’t find it.
Maybe when it grows, I give too much away
and I am left without it.
But what killed my rosemary?
Was it all or nothing?
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