in the night
i find myself walking slowly in circles.
i pause as a thought
weighs down .
these heavy, lonely limbs,
why have i forgotten his voice?
i would go back now,
cover his words with plastic
to protect each single syllable he said.
i glance down
searching for some spot of green
among the brown, dying blades of grass.
will i laugh,
will i smile for someone else
when he alone made my grass greener?