I went
to look
and found
only wind in the trees
and empty benches
and free-falling butterflies
but not you,
not you
no, not you
I went
to find
and saw
only bright warm sunshine
and hills upon hills
and trickling water streams
but not you,
not you
no, not you
This loveliness
and oh, the view!
means so much less
when there is not you.
-Les'Nspired '20
