a crow flew overhead
was that you
after a week of rainstorms
the day was like a summer day
was that your wish
all week i dreaded this day
i pushed all thought of it away
even as my body broke out in hives
i felt your casket
it was so warm against my palm
i tried to find comfort in that
after you were lowered
i offered one last surge of tenderness
by tossing sunflowers
kissing each flower head
beforehand
then i waited
wishing to hear a whisper in the breeze
wishing to feel something touch my cheek
wishing for you to leave me
with a sign
an echo
a trace
and not just this image of flowers
left to wilt on your grave