Lavender (Poem Sunday)

How many steps would it take me to make a path through an empty field
it reminds me of those big candies with each lick
you reveal a layer
Or like a candle who shrinks as the fire burns through the night
Right now it looks the same as when I started.
The grass hasn't learned to grow somewhere else
and only a dog could tell you I was there

I bet you could figure out how many steps. 
How many times I would have to walk to the store forgetting things. 
How many iced coffees I would drink.
I pass by a cemetery too.
There changes are taking place
Plants growing on headstones, and flowers laid here and there
lavender turned grey. 

Its raining now and there a puddles
You can here drops dripping.