I  am afraid of losing you
Because time passes
A few days, then weeks
of nothing
Then that one time
Of months…

And when that Fear
seeps in
Grassy plains cover my eyes
As I think/know
You are on the other side
Of the valley
Or deep in the Everglades

Would or Could there be
A reunion
Maybe some kind of
First Communion
A sweet & salty
collaboration
That might sate  
That verdant fever

Until then . . .