It’s been almost two weeks
since you let me have
the bouquet of flowers
someone else had given you
to show how important and
proud of you they are.
When you dropped me off
that day and said “here, you should
have these." I asked you why?
and you said
“because I have nowhere to put
them in my car without them
falling over. And because recovery is a gift
and I want to share that gift
with you. They belong with you."
And I smiled and said goodbye
I love you and you said you
loved me too
and they have been sitting on my
kitchen table in a vase ever since.
But now they are wilted and dying
and it makes me sad because
they mean so much to me
and I hate to see them go.
Tonight I will press each flower
into the pages of my journal
so I can keep a little
part of you
with me for always.