I’ve been waiting by the gate all morning

I’ve been staring across the yard to your house

I imagine pulling out the key you gave me, like old times,

Unlock the door and find October waiting

When I could tangle in your branches and hide from the autumn cold

And I cannot bear to unlatch the gate, or knock on your door

But it’s July, and your windows are dark like still water

But I’m waiting at the gate, if you open the door to see me

If you leave your house to miss me, I’ll be right here waiting