Abutting, Dismantling

This time I'll be more careful
I won't let us grow weary

But all the neighbors clearly
Care for their own landscape

They perfect shapes and states
Leaving ours dry and blank

What a way to be loved

In time I will lose all focus
Forgetting the moments that I had once missed

I will see the end of all this

Then you'll go, I'll stay and wait
Wishing you'd not left