Le Cercle de la Vie

Once upon a lifetime ago

In a world not far enough away

We chose a birthday bonsai for her

That painted guilt across your heart and face

That became the last breath for us

And the birth and growth of her space

Today you left a gift for me

Outside my door a birthday bonsai tree

With silent words painted on its side

No good luck wishes or all-my-love this year

Deliberate or not but cruel the knife’s twist

My heart your death, my death her heart

© Leonie Vorster 2011