An Anniversary Love

Its always the flowers

The way they are formed. The scent of the centre, sticking my nose into the centre, I smell Christmas morn.

It’s the cream. The dew that’s formed somehow on the cream ones

Knowing they are pure

The thistles that remind me of our wedding day. Bits of prickles here and there but a truly beautiful day

And of course the purples ones. So decadent and indulgent and rich. Their scent permeates the bones of the beloved

The purple is always so rich.

And today you are not here and there will be no flowers this year because I am no longer your girl.

I think it takes a moment for that to sink in sometimes.

No secret calls to the florist and the wondering will I receive them this year and where will I be? How will my skin feel, will you be smiling with me knowing how much it meant to receive that bouquet; the rose and the scent

The sprinkles of Christmas morning contained within

Like glitter for the skin and brought everything alive and reminded me of that day we said “I do”. I miss that day I do. Not so much the ceremony but a life lived together, a promise given to a betrothed. I vow to take care of you

And ever so slowly everything erodes but that thing, that thing stays so close, that thing remains, I vow to take good care of you

The little excuses

The little day trips or hotel stays; spas here and there. A night away

All it meant to put that dress on for you and remember We were there; me and you; us versus the world for a day caught up in a storm of joy and scones and jam and smiles even when there was a baby dying inside you brought light to my eyes with coffee and a swim. A home cooked stew

I shall remember You x x xx