The question sits on all the lips of those who lie in bed alone. And it is almost always that One, absent, Gone, through circumstance or happenstance. Did it Happen even as we knew we were discovering each other that first time.
Sweet basil growing greener reaches up and through the grass like weeds.
Mallards form a rope across the sky coming from the south in secret. Cinnamon Teal bring up the rear. An early thaw has made all canyons into rivulets. The daisies saying love me now or love me not. If I have thought about you more than now it must have been some other me living in a different heartbreak house surrounded by some other hedge of memory.