If You Knew

I see you still your voice wet with tears crying: 'For me...for me? ' The flowers almost break their hearts just being beautiful and their perfume steals invisibly making gentle everything it touches. 'Noone's ever given me flowers before! ' The freesia look shocked at this. 'Shhhh! ' I say and kiss your crying. And now the years fall away and a book falls to the floor scattering pressed freesia throughout time and I see you still... your voice wet with tears crying: 'For me...for me? ' And our tears mingle in these different years.