I was in the yard today
I thought I would stop by and make conversation
You are such a good listener
You lay there and do not say a word
The pleasant smile on your face is haunting
Only half of it is gone now
We, you and I,
We are surrounded by so many others
And yet, there is not a soul around
I stare at the ground
Where I imagine your face would be
But I try not to linger my sight there
For when I do, I often think
Of all your decay
And then you, whom I love,
Scare me too much to stay.
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