I took a detour
On my way to you…
I stopped along the outskirts
Of the woods you used to own,
And picked a couple handfuls
Of the wildflowers that we thought once, ours…
It breaks my heart a little
To pluck these beauties
From the earth,
But I can’t stop myself…
They’re more to me
Than a vase full of apologies…
“I won’t forget you!”
And now – As much as it pains me
To separate them from the ground…
My heart tells me
That they no longer belong to this fertile soil.
Are soon to be taken from this earth…
With so many lives
Lived in those
Vibrant yellow petals.
You will forever be remembered as
Wherever the winds carried you.
That’s how I’ll forever see you.