daffodils ready to bloom
as she stands like sunshine
by the garden gate
on a random spring day
ready to pull dried weeds
left behind from last year
and wearing her silk floral
dress which comes to rest
just below the sweet
curve of her thighs.
she turns and faces me
but sitting like a statue
on the back steps and lost
among dead thoughts
rooted in a string
of yesterdays never lived
through i finally realize
just how much was missed
and how i felt unable
to give what was truly needed.
