taking four steps back
trying to let you catch up
trying to bring you home
but the lavender keeps growing
and your name remains on my lips
the cicadas are singing a reunion
the sun is a burning gold
my hair is singed
my heart is heavy
i've told you a million times over
you read me no longer,
my dearest
you sing to me in the nighttime
you are gone from me
my dearest
and all that is left
is a cup of bittersweet tea
filled with crushed,
bruised leaves.
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