Early

Early in the morning - no one else is awake except a squirrel stealing strawberries from my plant outside. Last year, you died. I grew a magic garden and cared for it with pride. Go away, squirrel. Early in the afternoon - no one else around except birds building nests in the trees by the gate. It is sometimes too late to piece things together, so why did I wait? Lucky birds. Early in the evening - no one else is crying except a voice in my head that is always regretting, never quite forgetting. Did you know I loved you as your sun was setting - dying early?