sometimes it’s sad
what passes for love
a flower pressed in a book
a letter locked in a drawer
a memory faded , no chances took
she stands in her garden
five purple pansies at her feet
her dark curls frame her face
as five hummingbirds wings beat
she is right out in the garden
yet you’ve loved her from afar
so afraid to step forward
to be the moon to her star
life is about choices
don’t lock the ones
you’ve made in a drawer
there is someone in the choir
she is looking at you .
afraid to step forward
you feel awkward and cower
am I judging ? Maybe
sometimes it’s just sad
what passes for love
when there is love all around
and you love a memory