Hastily wrapped in store-bought plastic,
tenderly beribboned with my only blue silk tie –
Amaranths and heavy meanings
I leave conspicuously on your windowsill;
nothing given to chance and rueful mistakes.
all that I would have you know,
Hoping you’ll remember …
Please, please say you remember …
... the chrysanthemum –
Growing unchecked, covert in your garden
To finally blanket the expensive designer rock
at thirty dollars per pound –
with profound declarations you say
you would not cut for the wide world.
For the wide words each blossom screams
Is a wide word you want to scream to me,
Even on Wednesdays when I am impossible to please.
So please, please remember when I leave
Amaranths on the green sill beside the red door
Taking 27 lungfuls to breathe
traversing the 32 steps up from the street …
64 all together that I would climb again
Just to have you remember …
What an unused place setting never says,
What sweet release you hold but no longer bestow,
What a coward’s gift cannot contain,
What hollow sleepless eyes do not show …
And when one day you return from the wide world
When all your adventures without me are done and through
When you spy the Amaranths,
Delicate and dear,
Tiny and tremulous in the breeze,
Each blossom screaming all that I’ve ever wanted to scream at you …
Please, please, remember how I have loved you:
your memory wrapped in my love
my fate tied up with your love
Loving where others have only misunderstood
Loving when love seemed unsuited to the terrain
Loving how you have dreamed of being loved
Amaranths – everlasting.
In love with you I remain.