Longing for peace...

Longing
for something that may be lost,
that maybe never was...
the sadness to cease...
the world to change, to get unstuck...
this pain
to pass...

Longing
for someone who may be lost,
who maybe never was...
our sadness to cease...
our worlds to change, to reconstruct...
our pain
to ease...

Longing...
for his love...
the way it used to be,
the way it could have been,
the way it should have been...
for pain
to
cease...

TaDaaaaa... whilst slowly turning blue in the face...

He has been asking for years for me to reclaim the small seating area right outside our backdoor...

It used to have a wooden patio set, with next to it some big pots of chosen herbs I like to have close by for cooking.

The patio set was re-situated to the lawn, just in front of the old spot, as it had been a bit of a problem placing the parasol with it in such a way that it wasn't going to topple over the edge with every gust of wind, or to just not stand in the way and hit your head on it whilst trying to get past.
At least on the lawn that wasn't a problem, and we could use a screw-in holder so that the stand would not create dead patches in the grass.

The old spot became therefore another place to house things I wanted to keep a close eye on (seedlings, things that looked a bit poorly, etc.), to collect and display more herbs and to store Projects-To-Get-on-With.

It appeared that it wasn't supposed to be used for things like that and that he wanted to put another patio set back in that position, as walking to the lawn a few paces down seemed to be too much trouble.