Of all the ways
I’ve tried
showing love,
walking through
those steep hills
of wildflowers
to where you sat
on the bench
in the valley,
came so close.

Words miss their meaning.
And after all,
there were so many bees                                        moving through                                            their honest work.

Though I’m not sure
you noticed,
I thought it to you
over
and over
and over.

If you’re here,                                                     in the world,                                                       then everything is enough for you.

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Photograph by Florian Reischauer