Ananda

You held a hand to my heart
And asked me if it was still beating.
I smiled and told you,
It stopped beating a long time ago.

You gave me flowers, telling me to
Put them in water.
But I picked apart the petals
Asking if you loved me.

You asked me
My favorite color,
And I said green
Because that was the color of the grass.

You questioned why I didn’t
Cry at sad movies,
And I told you
I didn’t have any more tears left to weep.

One day, you told me
You want to marry me.
I said that I was
19 and we’d only been together months.

And maybe it’s what I didn’t say that mattered.
Because my heart started to beat again the day I met you.
The last petal told me you loved me.
Green was the color of your eyes.
I cried when I thought I’d lost you.
And the answer would always be yes. ♦