WILDFLOWER

It finally made sense,

why she could not be kept

by any former she had known

She was not a rose,

whose petals would be torn off

and tossed at other's feet

She was not a carnation,

a prom memory forgotten

in the back of a freezer

She was not an orchid,

too delicate to survive

without proper conditions

No.......

She was a wildflower,

stretching to be a meadow

And he was her open field