Might be nothing more,
the one …
perhaps she is quiet
knowing it is true,
away from the garden,
a field of simple grain,
stretching for miles,
so there might be
no interference,
a memory,
a sweet budding flower,
to bring her back,
to realize,
just reaching to feel soft petals
in her embrace,
would be enough,
we might,
she might
he could
touch.