What do you want, boy?
Running in circles,
directionless, and confused
you brought me along for the ride.
We crashed in the field
and you got up and left
while I lay there.
Winds crept up
and winters lurked around corners.
I watched the light change
and the skies darken
while waiting for spring
so that I could
make friends with the flowers
who you left me with.
Summer is now mid way
and flowers have nothing to say
and I'm left with thoughts
which I will bring into winter
when it comes - the thoughts
you left me with
to remind me again and again
that this loneliness is my own
when these flowers die
come winter once more.
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