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  • David Haller

The Garden You Left

I snaked around endlessly

in our favorite garden,

without you.

The carrots eager to

be picked.

The tomatoes hoping

they too will soon grow.

And the mint leaves

crying morning dew,

asking where you went.

I did not know myself,

only that you were not

in the garden with me

that day.



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