Flowers aren't for you

The flowers in the garden have dried

and they ache to pick up,

I will sit outside and piece them together

I will kiss each rose you gave me

I will drown them in your incense 

what do you think of now I'm away?

does it ache for you as much as it does for me 

or do you only hear the echo rather than the answer?

the flowers in the garden have dried,

do you miss me more than I remember you?

your voice is like flowers

speak to me.