A good day to bring you flowers

There had been that gap in time


I wondered about your smile,

Missed your voice

The tone between soothing and sarcasm

Wondered if the losses had deepened in your eyes

Wanting to see again that light

Knowing too much had not been done,

Affections lingering

Hung by questions.

Your arms around my neck

The scent of your hair

The perfume of your skin.

Then a smile and Why you asked.

Because there are flowers

And it is a good day to bring them to you.

About michaelstephendaigle

I have been writing most of my life. I am the author of the award-winning Frank Nagler Mystery series. "The Swamps of Jersey (2014); "A Game Called Dead" (2016) -- a Runner-Up in the 2016 Shelf Unbound Indie Author Contest; and "The Weight of Living" (2017) -- First Place winner for Mysteries in the Royal Dragonfly Book Awards Contest.
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