I see you in the daffodils.
Your neck below their heads
Your legs outstretched on green
The blanket on your bladed bed
I’m reminded there are worse things
To see you in at times
I’ve woken, shaking madly
Catching your face next to mine
This reminds me I am better
To see you here, old friend
To forget the burn of our last words
And fall in love again.
Yellow makes me well now
And it looks good on you too
One day you’ll burst up in the sky
Amber hair on azure blue
And all the world will see you
Though they may not know your face
But I will know you’re up there
And we’ll meet again one day.