EVERY YEAR, I DON'T LOVE YOU LESS

Every year,
I don't love you less,
I just miss you less
often.

Every time I wake,
I still think of you.
And every time I sleep,
I still wish you were there.

Every day a new flower of hope rises
and dies
that this might be the day you call me back.
But every day a new flower still rises.

Every time I sit on the banks
of the ocean,
or the forest,
I cross my arms on my knees,
and think of you on the other side.
I wonder what your life is like,
and if you miss me,
and if you love me, anymore.