From my Patreon posts…

Better Times

Finally, we had some rain.
But the river is still low.
I hope the drought fades soon.
The harvest this year is critical.

The thirsty crops show they’re stressed.
The fields are waiting for better times.
Just as your parting words warned me,
I can’t give anyone else what they need.

We have been apart for years.
I barely remember your precious accent.
The nights alone have felt odd without you.
I weep when I remember why you left.

There was a desert in your heart.
I couldn’t see how I was draining you.
You would grow silent and look away.
I didn’t know you needed more.

William Wayne Smith