keep my garden full

Keep my garden full

And of course I am waiting

For a letter from you to come

Whisking into my mailbox

Your ringtone sounding ridiculous

At the dinner party

You are not at

A voice memo to keep me

Company on the highway

At night surrounded by

Strangers surrounded by

The missing of someone else

Of course I think about 

The tree house

Of course I dream

Of our feet tucked in

The couch, holding

Our tea cups as they 

Cool, listening as

The other cries

Of course I remember

When you stepped in the thorns

The sound of your voice

Reading from your notebook

The taste of the blackberries

Rolled in white sugar

Staining our fingers with laughter

With no guilt

Keira Knightley crosses the

Screen in a corset and

Of course I am thinking of

The pita bread we ate while

The candles burned down 

And the movie played out

I see a mare in the field

And think of you when

She tosses her head

Our wet hair 

Soaks the pillow

As we sprawl out on

The comforter

Hunched over our

Paperbacks bent at the crease

You are like a garden

We are always returning

To each other

Filling our arms

When the other's garden is dry

I slice the tomatoes

And salt them

And life is luxurious

Again

I come empty handed

And leave remembering

How to make tomato soup

You are waiting at the door

To go and I feel like a child

Again

How can I hide your 

School books

Pillow

Laptop

Keys

Here

So you'll have to come back

Again

What can I say?

Hey, did I ever tell you–

It is Thursday and 

I am driving home with no music on

Wondering at how ugly 

The highway is on the way home

Why not just cut it in half

Make the journey quicker

Keep my garden full

For the rest of my life

– olivia gwyn