I ignored the summer sun,
The winter moon
And neglected the garden.
While I was pretending to be alone
I near expected the flowers to die.
When I felt like it I wandered out,
Only to find that they had lived.
They were alive and vibrant.
They had learned to live without me.
I could no longer tell which was which,
Or define their beauty,
Because they did not want to be known.
Not by I, the one who forgot them;
While I pretended to be alone.