suitable climes

Convenience was the glue that held us together;
the love long dissolved. As I found myself
finally growing into my skin, I realized
I had spent months ignoring our ultimate incongruence,

Then I spent months more too weak to untangle
our roots from each other, gnarled as they were,
no longer nourishing either of us.

The pulling away was painful; we had to shake
hard and long to thrust the dirt away,
there were broken branches, torn leaves.

But we managed to move and I smile
looking at us now, both flourishing in
more suitable climes.