Bees

Every summer bees would build their nest inside of the vent in the front of my house.
Every summer the bees would harass my family and anyone who would enter the house.
Every Summer we would kill the bees that made the hive above our doors.
This year we barely saw any bees, and most of the east coast wondered where they all went.

Lots of our plants died, and the new garden started in my back yard wasn't doing well.
A news report came out about how bees were mysteriously disappearing.
When i moved back home a bee was on the lavender by the front door.
It was the first bee I'd seen in a full year.

I stood by the ocean this weekend and shuffled through the sand.
I thought about how excited I was when the bees came back, and how i didn't realize what we had lost until so many things that needed them started to die.
I thought about loss...and I felt dead inside.
I'm more myself then I have ever been, but something is missing, and continues to push further away.

I was excited when the bees came back.
They live above our door this summer, and we haven't killed them.