Do you remember that time
when we sat together,
apart from each other, worlds away?
You asked me if it was okay to lay
your head in my lap and I told you
I would love nothing more than to run
my fingers through your dreams
and talk about when we could
plant our gardens.
And you laid there hot,
and heavy on my thighs
and I told you we should
pick sunflowers and name them all
proudly, this one for love,
this one for her, this one for him,
and this one for them, and for a life
you and I will never ever know.