I'm walking past the park we went on our first date.
It's even more beautiful than when we were there just a week ago.
The rain that ended our picnic allowed for the green grass to grow and the waterfall to continue to flow.

I miss you but you left me nothing to miss.
You fed me breadcrumbs when I was starving.
The trail you scattered behind faded.
Your hands are empty and you can't offer me anything.
I don't think you would if you could.
Every marker of your presence seems to be a distraction from the course you really took.
The snapping of a branch was just a deer, the vibration of my phone was a friend's text.
Your path of promises never led me back to your heart.