There are Flowers

There are flowers where your life used to be.
Meadows of lupine, poppies, lavender and clover.
Fed by the rolling storms of my tears.
They are thriving and they are in blossom.
And they are springing from all the cracks
you used to fill.
There are flowers where your life used to be.
And though they are colorful and nice to see,
they do not compare to you.
There isn’t a flower in this world that could.
Not the ice plants with their vibrant shimmer,
nor the sunflowers with their confident gaze.
I would trade them all,
all the flowers in the world,
for just one more day.
One more moment.
There are flowers where your life used to be
and I will watch them grow and fade
as I did with you.
And I will watch them blossom
as you did with me.
And as the seasons pass and the years
erode the shores of my memory
and your presence vanishes from these rooms
I will turn to the meadow inside me,
a vast prairie that unfolds into
an endless blue sky
where the flowers never wilt,
the wind is calm and cool
and the water is always clear.
Because that is where you now live.
Close to me.
Inside me.
In that perfect meadow
there on the very surface of my heart
where you are always safe
and you are never alone.