Flowers

Flowers

When you are gone, 

I will make paper 

flowers, and 

plant them near all 

the things you left 

behind. 

Slipped beneath the 

covers, tucked into 

dusty cupboards. 

Hidden like secrets 

between the pages of 

books, placed within 

the toes of those 

muddy shoes 

that you so loved. 

And whenever you

feel tired, with

sore feet and a weary

heart, just look back 

and let my petals 

guide you home.