There is just one apple on the tree It isn't like I hoped it'd be Yesterday when there was still you I looked and I swear that I saw two Maybe a wandering white-tailed deer Came in the night to make it even more clear And left me just one, a Spartan no less To remind me of my new loneliness There is just one oar leaning against the wall What of our plans for paddles in the Fall? With the reeds grown high in a winding maze We were to follow old waterways Maybe a hovering dragonfly Will rest on a cattail and wonder why There is no clamoring at the shore Of two in a canoe with each an oar There is just one pillow on the bed Where a solitary someone lays her head And a stack of books meant to be read aloud Closed and dusty, awaiting a crowd Maybe a spider in a high corner Keeps his tiny eye on the still mourner And waits for the other to slip under the cover And relight the dark candle lit between lovers And replay the melody made by two lovers