This time I'll be more careful,

I won't let us grow weary.

But all the neighbors clearly

care for their own landscape.

They perfect shapes and states,

leaving ours dry and blank.

What a way to be loved.

In time I will lose all focus,

forgetting the moments that I had once missed.

I will see the end of all this.

Then you'll go, I'll stay and wait,

wishing you'd not left.