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,
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.