I didn’t get to the well-practiced spin
On my heel of sudden remembrance
I had to be somewhere
Other than here
Before they plucked me up
With such high hopes I’d thrive 
Transplanted in the right mixture
Of socializers watered by liquor-store springs.
True to their organic aspirations,
They left me to mingle on my own – 
Cheerfully unaware of how I struggle
Finding enough common ground with others
To comfortably take root in.
I tried though and wandered
Under the loud shades of lush groves,
Their branches so thickly interlocked
That I could only stand at the edge of inside jokes
Until I laughed at the wrong spot
And drifted away so they wouldn’t see me wilt.
I finally settled in a quiet corner,
Where I discovered you.
You with the same anxious hue 
I knew covered up how we wish to be seen.
There, we rested our heads against the wall,
Laughing at all the right spots,
As we talked into the night
About what colours we’d like to be when we grow up
In a garden of our own.