Bonsai
I like to show up early
He was always late.
I planned my every move
While he relied on fate.
If I decided somethings wrong
He would decide it's right.
Like a willow I would sway
Like a maple he stood strong.
We pruned our likes and dislikes
Much as trimming a Bonsai.
We focused on the good parts
Tossing off the bad to die.
Our compost pile of cuttings
Began to set us free.
Eventually we both conceded
Love is simply meant to be.
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