Philodendron

philodendron 
grew like your friends
now its brown
leaves withered down 
to their ends 


the vines descend 
plunged down your walls
now they lie
in shattered glass
with your calls 


now youre gone 
roots ripped senselessly
shivering white lillies 
line Chrystie street 


now its dawn
plant a prayer in Queens
hope your memory
lives your dreams


philodendron 
grew like your friends
now its dust
like your voice 
forever hushed