It all came down to one thing
Dawdling through your yard
The grass kissing my toes
Like paupers at the feet of some king
The smug and smoggy air
Trying at a breeze
Yet
Quickly falling flat
And it was somehow worse for that
We stood, clutching our elbows
In the clingy confines
Of a day not well lived
You, winking out the sun
And shooting that look at me beneath haughty brows
Me, biting my lip and wondering
How
How to tell you all I ever wanted
Was to be all you'd ever need
How I only hoped to plant a different garden
In a bed of weeds
This time yielding flowers filled with dreams
I only wanted good
My eyes cried
At the sight
Of your greyed and chipping house
And I just thought . . .
I could paint it white again.

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