Danaus

i wish i could see you
just one last time.
god,
if you only knew
how many nights were spent
in fervent prayer
hoping to see you somehow.
it didn’t even matter where;
i just wanted to see those lovely
coffee-stained eyes
and hold you like i did
at the park
and remember a time
when all we wanted
was a house with a red door
and sunflowers
lining the driveway.

i think that i
might always be a fool
for you,
sunflower.

~lt