By katgrs Date: 14 February 1998
Your flowers came today. Their scent fills the room, as heady and taunting as your pillow, pulled close. Your flowers came today. Flushed and blushing blooms like my skin under your fingers. Your flowers came today. A chaos of color, glowing in the sun, dancing and jumping like your eyes. Your flowers came today. One tiny dewdrop glistening on a perfect petal, a tear falling free from the lines of my smile. I miss you.