Some days are cold and gray
Damp and dark, they fade away
Without notice;
Until replaced by
Bright yellow and soft petals.

Mixed drops of water
From angry clouds and sad eyes
Free fall;
Evaporating to reveal
Bright yellow and soft petals.

At the close of each day
As your memory seeps further away
From me;
I look at your photograph and see
Bright yellow and soft petals.

Where you now dance
And are finally free
To be;
In the ethereal beauty of
Bright yellow and soft petals.

Where I think about
The empty bench that waits
For me;
To sit with you again, amongst
Bright yellow and soft petals.

For now, you will be
In pictures and memories –
In dreams;
Smiling, you are to me
Bright yellow and soft petals.