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?
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