You left your umbrella in the park

We herded around sepia grassland weeks later,
Your eyes devoid of quell.
And the alpha howled.
And the beta turned. 
But your seeking of a omega remained still. 

Opaque, risen, emaciated temper.
A bat and a ball swung,
A fratricide of my heart hung,
I waited. I waited,
I stopped. I ceased.
The conflagration of sepia grass danced,
Your umbrella we saw amongst those plants. 

The tacit silence spoke a poke a soliloquy last,
Your meagre person enlightened.
Our penumbra grew lighter,
With the sanguine and the fraudulent. 

Like a magfly freed.

Since then my dear,
I hope not to steer,
Back into the rear,
Of our sepia grassland.