My Legacy, Wilting
My legacy is like lettuce
Wilting along its edges as I take another hour
In the bath and begin the stage of pruning,
Sweltering heat of the water
That I hope will melt away your memories.
My legacy is like masking tape
That I wish I could put over the holes in my
Bank account and my heart.
Your legacy is leaving me and
Of that path you cannot return – your
Footprints are everywhere but
So is the sign that reads ‘Trespassing’,
And so is my heart closed like a steel gate to you now.
© 2012 Christy Birmingham