the plant

you had a plant
once, let's call it
green.
yes. with leaves.
you found it
in the trash room
and rescued
it from doom.
it was a large
pot, the grey dirt
dry as a
bone, but you put
down a towel,
dragged it into
your apartment.
you set it by a
window, pulled off
the papery brown
leaves, spun it
around, giving it
a nice cool shower
from a coffee
mug of water.
it was never love
at first sight,
nothing like that
at all, it was
just nice to have
something to take
care of, all
the while knowing
what you would
do with it once
it was your time
to move, and leave.