The only way

You’re like a lover

Abandoned

By her loved

Is in the wait

For your return.

If we lay down,

Together,

Among

Your scattered

Bunches and buttercups,

I’d tell you how it felt

When the world

grew silent.

Would you believe me?

I’d tell you of the cold

How it froze

Even hope,

How the aspen

Waved its branches,

Like arms,

Yelling out

In loneliness.

Would you believe me?

One morning,

Yesterday,

You returned.

Just like that,

Your elegant long leaves,

Emerged,

Your six, perfect,

purple petals,

Emerged,

Your three yellow-

Tipped stamens

Emerged,

Just like that.

All the world

I can see from here

Is ready,

It’s eager,

It’s desperate

For this,

For you,

For everything

You bring back

From wherever

You were

When you

Went away.