Natural Things

Our picnic near the grove is set,

but you have not arrived here yet.

The ants will carry it all away,

and I will dine on my regret.

It’s been another lonely day,

for, as I had to make my way

to our park (where song birds sing),

you weren’t there to hear me say,

“I am glad for all these natural things,

and for the pleasure your company brings,

and—oh, to think that someday hence

we will exchange our weddings rings.”

...And still, I sit, alone, incensed

for you will never recompense

in wasting all the natural things

that you said, “made the difference.”

Thus, here and now, I will—you tell, 

it is my soul you did dispel.

So take this ring—it means nothing,

(or leave it for the ants, as well).