Thursday, May 23rd

Thursday was fine, I don't think I saw you at lunch.
I took the bus home and as I was walking up
The dreaded hill,
I paused as I saw you shifting into 2nd in my mind.
Gritting your teeth as you manage to
Urge your Saturn to climb
All the way up.
I walked up the left side
Because, why not?
I picked a few flowers with you in mind,
Wishing I knew what you were up to,
So I could deliver them inconspicuously.
It would have to do to set them in
A small vase on the table,
For the next time you came.
Now there won't be a next time,
Not for a long while at least...
I can't bring myself to move them though.
I want to go back to when I was carefree
Enough to stop and pick silly wildflowers.
Forget-me-nots, what a laugh as you realise
They foreshadowed.
So there they remain,
Drooping slightly.
Just another reminder of something
That used to be
                             beautiful.