A summer lily

My first winter away,

Away from scorching sun and light,

I oohed and aahed,

Over a flake of snow that landed on my hands,

guarded and guarded,

Lest I lost the precious one.

My first winter away,

Away from home to be with you,

I oohed and aahed,

Over your assuring charming self,

magical and magical,

To be with you.

Yet these many winters later,

You choose to be with another,

Choosing her over me,

You see my unbending self, as a streak of arrogance,

My unbending self which was a shield over you through bright spring and summers,

My unbending self which was a reassurance through cold autumns and winters.

Yet these many winters later,

You choose to be with another,

Ignoring the times I bent to take care of you,

Ignoring the times I bent myself to stand by you,

I rue not…