if i could summon the strength
i’d ask you to forget
about that time at the lake
when we got lost
on a country lane and i refused
to ask for directions,
pretending (as always) to know
better than you and too damn
stubborn to pull over or stop
the car for one minute
while you sat beside me
fuming mad until a wall
of forget-me-nots appeared
around the next bend.
from the corner of my eye
i spied your faint smile
and shoulders slump slightly
while you relaxed as if
all those tiny blue flowers
sensed your mood and washed
you clean while i sat too dumb
to mutter a single word —
maybe those forget-me-nots
offered you better comfort
than any fool thing
i could have said.
