I'll wait for you in an
empty field
with a dandelion
in my hand,
pace with the wind
at my back
and talk with
the tall grass
while playing games
with the beetles
between my feet.
I know it's going
to be okay,
a little spider
told me so,
hummed it in my ear
before I fell asleep
next to a stone
where I dreamt
of you
in the green.
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