Vanish

He plants a seed  
in my rye field  
without telling me  
what will it grow to be?  
 
Day and night  
I keep an eye on  
await the solitary one  
to transform.  
It silently sprouts  
and turns  
a cactus with thorns.  
 
Didn’t realize  
it’s the last talk  
he blocked messages  
and vanished  
on the computer screen  
caught me by surprise.  
 
I should have  
unconsciously  
hurt him a lot  
therefore  
take his revenge  
left me solid guilt  
and unlimited regret  
without a chance  
saying sorry.  
 
The thorns in my flesh  
Sting my soul  
Bone-piercingly sore  
Deepen into my skull.  
Turn and toss  
I was sleepless  
that night  
I sighed and  
Shed tears.