Fingers through his hair, 

Spare me a thought 

In your dying garden, 

‘Tend to our flower

Sometimes’,

I run a line through your forehead 

Reading the love you don’t speak 

Seek, my eyes when I try 

Do pry, 

Peek in through the window, will you? 

the rose is still there, in lieu  

Of your heart

‘Miles, so many miles’ apart

Tear it if you must, 

Trust

me, I enjoy putting it back together 

Clasp our hands

And tether the string, 

It tugs at my heart too much anyway

I pay,

The price of loving you

Collect the change and 

‘She flew’.