Come to Meet Me

Dear, Forgotten One

Come to meet me

Where we once were young

Full of desire and play

Out by the gates- they can’t be overgrown

I sit

Surrounded by dying wildflowers

Full of regret

My feet drug forward the moment you spoke

Scowling no more

Only wishing to be mingled forever

Why I left such a thing?

I dread the overgrown gates

The gates I have

Still young, not ready for moss

Or the yellow in October

When you come to meet me

By the gates

The moss must be cut down before I seek