This time I'll be more careful,
I won't let us grow weary.
But all the neighbors clearly
care for their own landscape.
They perfect shapes and states,
leaving ours dry and blank.
What a way to be loved.
In time I will lose all focus,
forgetting the moments that I had once missed.
I will see the end of all this.
Then you'll go, I'll stay and wait,
wishing you'd not left.
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