Find me in the wreckage of longing
But by the time I am found
I will have built a garden only you
and I can see
I will have fashioned it from the joy
and pain within me
All cultivated by the presence and
absence of you
I will have learned the language and
rhythm of a gardener
I will have mastered every single of
his skills
This garden will know the color of
your name
The flowers will hear the auditory
bliss that permeates when your name is spoken
The flowers will know the agony and weight
of your absence
The joy of your existence
The joy of seeing you again
The joy of knowing your name
But all of this joy and pain they
experience
Does not compare to the bliss and
pain that I feel
I am caught in this wreckage of
longing
Destined to be a gardener without
rain or sun
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