Maybe It Was

As you pick 

the Zinnias

You think of her 

smile. 

Remembering 

her laugh.

The gentle 

breeze whispers 

in your ears and 

demands 

that you stop 

and listen.

So you do. 

Emptying the 

mind and

embracing 

the feel. 

Crying 

for all she has

missed.

Praying she 

can see all

this beauty.

Letting the 

scent of

remembrance

and love

swim in 

the heart.

A single bubble

of salty water 

starts its march

down your

cheek. 

A Carpenter Bee 

gently lands

and 

takes it away 

as quick as 

it falls.

Frozen in

steps

Because 

maybe, 

just maybe...

That was 

her.