he was not my type but by the time it was spring i wore that man's ring once he wore me down i flowered in the garden of his sweet attentiveness but began to droop in the absence of his care. . . . July’s drought was hard to bear that ring he gave me - cheap like his lackluster love - broke in mid-august By Andrea Dietrich (combination senryu and choka) For Russell Sivey's Relationship Breakups Poetry Contest