Shrubbery

I have tried it all-

spent days in 

the blistering sun

trying to burn 

your shadows away;

saturated myself with 

drink after drink, 

trying to drown out 

your rustle in my ear-

it is useless.

Try as I might, 

I cannot outgrow you.

I have always been 

too little tree 

and not enough 

root.