In Place of Flowers

As a younger girl I once met someone who had nothing to speak of –

He was a bit lost , broke and broken,

A dreamer, thinker, a sweet man –

Who was in between when we met -as was I

I saw his beauty despite his disheveled appearance and

disorganized conversation-he saw mine despite feeling like the oldest 26 year old in the world

One evening in place of a fancy dinner or extravagant event –

He handed me this crumpled piece of paper –

So excited to see him I quickly smiled but barely gave it a glance as just wanted

to begin our time together –

At once his face went blank and the evening ended-with a tear in my eye –

He left and gave no reason – he did not have to…

I opened the crumpled piece of paper ever so carefully and

a magnificent work was at once revealed.

In place of flowers I give you this note –

It is slightly worn like me but each word is carefully chosen for you –

The poem continued with simplicity and grace –

Upon reading it-I knew that the beginning was also the end

I would never again forget to say thank you and take the time

to honor each word, note, embrace and moment.

Thank You Thank you Thank you