Once I was wandering away, I got lost in the years you’ve been around straying in vain, through these lanes, that pull me under. Like chains, lines on a dusty window. I had my garden, blossomed vividly and I kept it so no one could see. Once I thought I heard your steps, I came to open the door, but no one was there. How come I feel your shadow on my shoulder no matter where you are. Your eyes are still sad when you look into mine. Sky above my garden was heavy and gray, but I kept it from the chilly wind.