by the garden gate

spring daffodils ready to bloom
as you stand like sunshine

by the garden gate on a day like any
other about to pull dried

weeds left behind from last year
wearing that silk floral

summer dress which comes to rest
just below the sweet

curve of thighs soft as butterfly
wings and twice as creamy

as warm buttermilk and sitting here
lost among dead thoughts

of too many yesterdays never lived
through i finally realize

just how much i was unable to give
what you truly needed.