Maybe you dreamt of a flower
Something soft and small
And hoped it would be enough
That it loved you back

You almost named me after your favourite:
A small, sweet, delicate flower
Which climbs high and grows strong
But you changed your mind when you saw me

The name you gave me is no less beautiful
And I hope it’s still a testament to my person
The songs I sing for you are works of poetry;
All your old favourites

The love I offer you is endless
But maybe the idea of it wasn’t enough for you
To clear the skies enough
And end the monsoon season

I remember dancing with her in the rain
Clothes soaked through,
A small child,
I couldn’t see the irony of it all

The freckles that come with the sun
Remind me of you, remind me I’m yours
I think I’m still climbing
But I’m not sure I’m as strong as you’d hoped

I hope I didn’t let you down, that day.