Words are fleeting; still in our memories and wide as the horizon. You and I different worlds. Thoughts divided between seasonal seeds like Adam and Eve. Will they ever grow? Or, should we kill them as a field of weeds?
My only poem related criticism is the choice of words in the last sentence. Kill is strong, violent, and unlike the rest of the poem. I agree that cull, although literally a better choice, is also a bit undue and caustic.
Only to never leave, as a field of weeds.
I think in the use of the word weeds there is sufficient pejorative implications. I think along this line as I've presented, the contrasting of the anticipating against the (annoyance of never leaving?) builds on the earlier mentions of difference and divide. It becomes stark, more black & white.