Too much

I know he will not come

because he didn’t leave me in winter

he left me in summer

under the sun

without haste

he buried me

in the flowers

through the wrapped gifts

knowing that when

decay comes

he will have ample

to his credit

in that build up of merits

I missed only one detail

too much of anything

always does fail.

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