When There Were Flowers

I used to pick flowers.

I wrote poems about bees

and the scrapes on my knees.

There were always flowers.

We lived above the clouds.

We pretended to fly

because we couldn't die.

I used to pick flowers

No one stayed very long.

I didn't have a clue

what it meant to love you.

I used to pick flowers

We never wasted time.

We couldn't comprehend

that it would have to end.

I used to pick flowers

Now the flowers are gone.

I'm too tired for this.

I only have one wish,

bury me with flowers