Rose Campions Return

I thought today could be different As I shuffled soil to slather The wildflower seeds into place Saying my gardener's prayer And preaching without practice That I would not think of you When comes the first bloom But the truth is rooted just as deep No matter how much I shy away from it You are in every stem, every branch, every bud And my tears, for daily watering, do not run dry Once we spoke of filling vases With handpicked colors To grace our evening table Simple flowers, like the love we shared Would be enough That much we thought And their scents would drip from the night air As you twirled your fingers into my hair I, in your arms You, by my side... And our flowers in the vase