Waited for her to pick up her veggies.
Came and went in a breeze.
Had this feeling of waiting at a water hole.
Only she pounced. Then was gone.
Still in love, but more easy, less forlorn.
Makes me feel really, really old.
She's been very kind. I miss her.
I told her. It cannot be. Solitary for me.
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