I could write you symphonies dripping in roses
but it still wouldn't compare
to the way she says your name
or the soft touch of hope she leaves on your heart
I could paint you sunsets with my fingertips across your collarbones
but it still wouldn't compare
to the way she brushed your cheek with words so cruel
or how she kissed you goodbye
I could kiss sunflowers down your spine
plant a garden in your soul
but it still wouldn't compare
to
her