Taken in May

Taken in May,

when morning arrived

with grey relief,

& silence filled afternoons.

a small thing in our arms

that knows absence

but not understanding;

grief without direction.

flowerless stems grow

inwards,

outwards,

not trimmed since she could

hold the kitchen scissors

and days grew hotter

but sugary tea still

warmed us in a way

the sunshine alone

couldn’t, somehow.

she was taken in May,

when mornings arrived

without fail.