I waited in place where I last saw you.
It was night and then morning, then night again.
A decade passed and then a hundred years. Green leaves became red, then green again. The tree that had sheltered me was pushed down by the wind. I saw lightning in the sky, stars that were burning out in the heavens. I saw men tell woman they loved them, then turn away. I saw men who were true but were never able to speak. I saw lives begin, graves dug, snow falling. I was there for so long that time went backwards. There was the nightingale. There was the hawthorn tree. I was a girl with long black hair watching you come across the grass toward me.
When you recognized me, only an hour had passed.