I had to make this

A place I could be

Even if just for tonight

We can move them back, they are

Your mother's things, I know, I

Needed them for now, while she isn't here 

They're not even the things I would have chosen.

But the steam curls up from the

Glass teapot, rose-brown from the

Tea I made you, on the

Countertop I finally cleared, after weeks of wishing

Candle flames dance above the city by the

Big unfeeling City of the window

And finally I am surrounded by

Green, to every side

One of the petunias, I stole it to our room

I don't even like petunias

But it lit the emptiness, I smiled

And draped my scarf over the big black

Empty of the flat screen

It's silly, I know, you'll uncover it

We can put the plants back

Tomorrow. 

I only needed the life