love and plants

I had a potted plant
once.
1977 was the year.
a gift from
someone I used to know,
someone
i cared about.
it didn't last.
all that watering
and care.
turning it towards
the sun.
I hardly said a word
to it,
or it to me.
in time it went
brown.
the roots died.
the leaves
fell off.
I set it in the trash
room
outside in the hall.
when I moved
out, I saw it
in my neighbor's window.
it was green.
alive
and blooming.
it made me happy
and gave me hope about
life,
about love,
about the future.