The Ground is unexpectedly
rushing to me for an embrace
and asking me why I left,
Sighing I supply
no response, but she quiets
as if she knows
exactly why my heart whispers of discontent.

Dirt and grass support me,
only not really.
this is the indent you and I made
when we fell for each other
this is the exact spot we laid,
pressing palm to palm,
leaving body shaped stains
and now if I turn my gaze
a quarter inch to my right
no glance will be looking back
only an empty space where one might.

I left for awhile.
The pain was too much to bear.
How could I wait for you here
knowing you expect me to?
But now I return and instead of waiting for you
I’m just waiting for another.

the Ground squeezes me tighter
as the first sign of a tear