Sometimes I like to
Imagine you as a florist
Sending wishes to strangers
In tied up hydrangeas
And daffodils
And it's simple and peaceful
And all of the years gone are silenced
Like a long haul of rain fall
That stopped with the close of your eyelids
And the sunlight
Crawls in through the slat blinds
Warm against your skin like
A hand upon your shoulder
And you look older
But I'd know you anywhere
You look older
And you're still here"