I am flower all alone in a field.
Why did they leave me,
will they ever come back?

My petals are bent over in shame
the field behind me--barren.
Why didn't they stay,
is something wrong with me?

My arms are spread out--
looking for someone to hug me.
Where are you,
are you on your way?

Oh, there you are come here!
Where have you been?

Inspired by a Roe Ethridge Painting from MoMA