Saying sorry properly

Everyone knows what flowers mean. That is the problem with them.

What we can make

Whatever else changed, this did not

The place that is still yours

The part you could not say out loud

One date, held still

Where you said yes, the night you met, the day it became official.

Years of work, and the day they handed it over.

Every home has a first day. This is where you keep it.

The night they arrived — the name, the hour, the sky.

One year that mattered more than the rest.

The song that was playing when it happened.