I gathered
the flowers
when morning came
and I felt the light
of the sun on my cheek.
I clenched
the flowers
when they touched my palm,
and I prayed they would
somehow
make the moment real.
I stood beneath
the flowers
when the noon sun was high,
and I let their
rosey reflections
color my face.
I summoned
the flowers
on this green-gold day-
I hoped they would
tell me
you have come-
I knew they would
tell me
you've gone.
