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.
