flowers
don’t bloom in concrete
I haven’t felt
warmth in 214 days
your eyes
tell me you remember
three years ago;
an unraveling
of flowers
the hazel
of which
reminds me
of the sunlight
on my grandmother’s
wooden floor.
your girl looks at you
in a picture on your timeline
does she see
your eyes
in the back
of her eyelids
did she ache for 423 days
without you
for your sake,
I hope she did.