the man in the garden

there is a man who sleeps on the walking path

in our garden. right under the bushy tree.

every afternoon in the empty garden he brings his checkered mat,

settles down comfortably and naps there like no one’s watching.

except we are.

and while everyone agrees he’s not breaking any rules -technically-

it’s all a bit unusual.

so it has gone on for years like this and now

no one talks of the garden without mentioning the weird

sleeping man on his checkered mat.

very fondly, might I add.

i hope it can be the same way with

you and I.

i shall bring my checkered mat and lie in the shady

garden of your heart-

for as long as it takes.

granted, it might seem a little unusual at first.

but hopefully I become the first thing people think of

when they think of

your heart.

and hopefully, one day,

you will speak

very