florist

Sometimes I like to imagine you as a florist Sending wishes to strangers In tied up hydrangeas and daffodils And it's simple and peaceful And all of the years go on in silence Like a long haul, rainfall It stopped with the close of your eyelids And the sunlight crawls in through the slat Lines warm against your skin Like a hand upon your shoulder And you look older But I'd know you anywhere You look older And you're still here (And you're still here)