Oh look, another berry picked

from a garden meant for memory

You were there to start it

but you haven’t been back since

The dirt you dug into,

the starts you planted grown,

all left untouched by you after

All that meaning tossed aside

for reasons still unclear to me

Left to overgrowth and death

if it were up to you

but we’ve kept it alive

to honor she that isn’t here

Others stepped in to do the work

you were supposed to help with

and the fruits of labors past

will be enjoyed without you