From the day I brought you home

full of life, full of potential

I tried my best to give you what you needed

Bright sunlight, but not direct

Water once a week

a nice big pot for growing

But it has not been enough.

The first leaf dropped and I thought,

Oh, this is just from the trauma of the big move

Then another, and another, and another.

Entire branches came off.

I began to worry.

The weeks went by.

I called my mother.

She didn’t know what I was doing wrong.

Healthy leaves one day fall off dead the next

I run my hand over you, and you drop another five.

You are a shadow of your former self, only so many leaves left

I don’t know what to do.

You are dying in front of my eyes.

And all I can do is pick up your dead body parts off my floor.

I am sorry I brought you here.

I wish I had known.

RIP Houseplant.

You deserved better