They learned to be alive without me

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.

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