If I could
I'd give to you
the cool green
end of this day,
the careless sound
of water rushing by
before we hung
on every little detail
mundane turned
to profound holding on
and you
who hated being
in the center most
of all.
I'd paint a rose for you
or bring you lilacs
wrapped in foil
like we were
both still young
like we
had all the time
left in this world