You stood by the lavender

Not a guest, nuisance, nor intruder

Dead grass beneath your bare feet

A desert from the salt of the sea

I asked you a question

Or you read my mind

Yet gave me no answer

But with your eyes, stared

My job ever incomplete

To water the lawn and keep in green

Most of it lush

Except for your corner

Dirt turned to dust

Dying, if not dead

Ever a presence in my head

A tune that I whistle

To make the time seem fickle

I can not fret

At your daily encroachment

I know you are me

Although your face I can’t see

Keep waiting, I’ve work to do

I’ll join you when I’m ready

Relatively soon

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