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 . . .