cross my heart and hope to die
there’s applesauce in the pantry
and concord grapes on the vine
so please tell me why oh why
you won’t be home to taste some
since you’ve been gone I’ve put up
fences to keep the deer from stealing
all your day lilies
at night there is a single candle flame
lighting up the upper corner room
where nobody sleeps inside
sometimes the morning winds bring
a burning desire to step outside
and ring the dinner bell on the hour
every hour
after the sun sets and the first star
appears in the eastern sky
I make a wish and close my eyes
october two thousand sixteen
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Such a longing… somehow it feels like a hope in vain.
there is certainly longing in play when a part of you is missing.