when i look at the cosmos i think of you
their fragrance brushed past our noses to lure us
through rolled down windows we stretched out with no fuss
we pulled over to pick flowers for you
you smiled when we handed the few
you rummaged for a drinking glass
your hands, wrinkled, clutched at them in their half-sized vase
the rain brought them and you knew
soon we would pick flowers to lay on your grave
to protect us you held back tears
these were memories in time you were trying to save
for the morning you would let go of your fears
we see now that you were brave
and when i look at the cosmos i think of your valuable years
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