Dying in Your Window

The flowers I brought you
Are in your window dying
I hope they say, “He thought of you!”
One more time
Before they gasp their last

In my hand they stood tall, proud
Radiant in their best yellows and greens
They brightened your day
“Aren’t they lovely,” received with a kiss
They told you I thought of you
When I had nothing to say

Now they are dying in your window

I could have let them be
Left enthusiasm to float
With the pollen on the spring breeze
Spared their lives, sneezed
Found something to say to you
That’s never there when I need it

Instead I killed some flowers
To brighten your day
To let you know I thought of you
When I couldn’t find the words
To tell you how I feel

And now they are dying in your window

And Godammit, I’d do it again
Flower Murderer that I am
To brighten your day
And let you know I thought of you
When how I felt was bigger
Than all the words I couldn’t find

That often can be found dying in your window

Photograph by Alex Markovich
Find his work here https://photo-art.me/

For Elizabeth, the constant muse