The Lonely Gardener

After work I spent some time in the garden
Digging with my hands in the loamy soil
Feeling its warmth and richness
As it caressed my fingers
All the while thinking of you
And wishing that you were here
By my side as I planted yellow marigolds
And wishing that I could feel your caresses
But knowing that the truth may well be
That you may never caress me again
Leaving me alone in the garden
To care for it in solitude
Watering the garden
With my tears