Blue Hydrangea

A poem

Photo by Zara Walker on Unsplash

Cyanide
running through the veins.
Flushing out its purple, my
Hydrangea blooms in blue.

Hydrangea so blue
I know you could only show your face
when it was a Summer’s day.
It melted your pain away.

Hydrangea so frail
I am sorry you could not survive the drought.
We should have heard you out.
When your petals curled and fell out.

My sweet Hydrangea
Why did I not take better care of you?
I should have watered and sheltered you —
beyond your roots wearing out.

Hydrangea —
Where did you go?
I am sorry I forgot you in the snow.
I am sorry the ice stole your soul.
You could not survive the cold.

I wish I did more.
Helped you beyond plain words.
So you could have bloomed in all colours of the rainbow.