Orange Mint

Orange.

A color of joy and prosperity for most

A ten for being with a man I ought to be with

should have, could’ve not but did

Another nine for being with the same man with a bond unbreakable in the eyes of God- believers included,

Most of the time I am

but rare minutes in a day I am not

I am not

most likely by night just before I close my eyes

a time when people tend to ask themselves what happened in a day

If there’s progress for progress’s sake

For what? They ask

After a day they forgot

Progress for progress’s sake

Have we ever measured sake for sake?

Never have I witnessed such

Another day, another mint

You took one out each day

Plucked each, let wilt be done

As you chase for worth

on someone else’s warmth

on someone else’s art

on someone else’s words

on someone else’s plan

on someone else’s life

You come running back

Ablaze- blaming, shaking, and mad

Asking, “Why have I let you?”

It’s as if I didn’t take the soil out.

I did take everything out.

I tried to stop the mints from growing even before you sowed the seeds

But we have let them plant them

And now they bloom each day

Wonderful orange mints

A taste, this is just but

Wait for the harvest

Done- they are not.

Done- they are not.