Send Me – No!

Send me no send me’s, oh, darling, you send me!

When I asked for flowers you said, “Behold! I am flowers! My presence is a gift, of which my absence will only make you more aware.”

True, your beauty remains here lingering in my mind, and I long for you nearly all the time.

Your clothes in the closet long to be on your body; oh, do not leave them hanging much longer!

The bed misses sleeping with you. Your chair wants you to come sit on its lap and lounge.

The very air cries out with the absence of your voice.

Even the silence wants the whisper of your breathing to keep it company.

I remember when we first met or very near the beginning, when you asked me just to take a walk.

Now I am the one pleading for you to come walk with me again.

Send me no flowers while I live but bring yourself back and present me with the gift of you.

When I am dead, finally, some may say at long last, too long waiting for me to pass out of their misery, although I be ashes by my will, I may some day still be for you again flowers.

for Aimee