Every night I would lie awake staring at the empty sunken earth at my side. Cold and grey it taunted my tears. During the day I would bury seeds of all kinds, shovel on moist warm dirt and furiously water the mound… then I would settle myself and wait. Time would crawl slowly by but my efforts were to no avail. With the setting sun, the earth would exhale and sink, turning a sickly shade of pale – unwilling to yield even a shadow of you. While I was left alone, every night, to wither in deafening silence.