An obvious ending?

A flash flood

may learn to slow down

and lighten up.

A cactus

may learn to prick less

and accept more.

Could I learn to be a river?

And steady my love, pouring it out slowly

and staying within my banks?

Could you learn to be a tree?

And plant yourself near me

and let my waters help you grow?

But even a slow and steady river

is overwhelming

to even a very thirsty tree.

And so I know our love is over.

And how a flood should not love a cactus.

I laugh because this is obvious.

I cry because all this time my heart thought

we were a butterfly and a tree.