Early June

Last night you let me talk about before
you came, the loneliest time I’ve ever lived.
It seemed to cause you pain to hear it told again.
Today I woke and through our front window admired
the even lines of lawn you’d mowed. You are so steady,
even when you bow and reel. Your quiet order
helps me heal. I only hope I’ve healed you, too.

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