you would not have gone away when you did,
but you went, leaving a few things behind.
a few squares of earth turned outwards
now tempt you.
you smile in glee
even though you have forgotten what once grew here.
you return when roots reach for the sky.
today I have come to take what is not mine
while you run back to a fate which was never yours.
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Like this a lot. The photograph, too.