Because you take me places
And without you here
The hours freeze solid
Into ages;
That plashing
Of your words
That I swore
Got on my nerves,
Is empty
Now at dawn
As the forlorn
Robin on the lawn.
He and I
Are friends
And we both
Have good intent,
But he's pecking at the earth
When he knows
It makes no sense;
Despite all hope gone
He still waits
Upon the lawn,
As I do, so intense
Trying hard to carry on...
Like him seeking worth
Simply pecking out some words.