A Lachrymose Hour in the Community Garden on Nostrand Avenue

When I woke up, the walls and floor were missing.
I didn't know where to look for them anymore.
And you. You've taken yourself off. I don't know where.
It's frustrating. This keeps happening to me.

Out in the world, I'd better see the great things you promised
I would. I believe everything you said to me in the garden.
It's humbling, but I don't know what to do with it anymore. Where
are my shoes, damn it, and which is the way out?