I sit in a garden waiting for it’s owner to come back.
She who causes my heart to soar and bleed with her words.
I wait, because this place is hers and someday, she may come back
I wait, because my heart demands I walk in its rows and amidst it’s ripening and look out
over the horizon to see her coming back.
I close my eyes and remember.
Kissed by the sun, blessed by the wind and the lightly falling rain.
I’ll keep coming by. Watering the plants. Talking as if you were there. always hoping that I’ll turn around, and you’ll be there.
But I fear, this garden and the words you shout, are all I have left.