Thursday, April 11, 2019


Even in my backyard garden,
When I smell the wisteria,
I long to be in my backyard garden.
Even as I sit beside you,
I hear them call your name,
I long to sit beside you.
I miss you.
The day yearns for day
And finds itself in night.
Night is complete,
Teeming with places to be homesick for.

-jenn



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