Wreath

"Ever" 

       Medium: Digital print, by Merritt Becknell 

You said we’d be together,

That we’d make it through,

        It never had an ending.

Because nothing on earth,

Could make you as happy as I did.

                                And was filled with lush green needles. 

Moving in together was only the beginning.

You brought home a wreath.

                                But without tender care, attention,

Hung it up on our door—

Said it was a symbol of our undying love. 

                                With time, the end reveals itself.