Sian Eleri Writes

I dreamt about you last night,

we were talking in the garden, 

pruning the lavender, 

admiring nature’s beauty; doing something 

so simple, so ordinary, but so special, 

like we always used to.

Nature can reclaim the garden.

The lavender will grow wild. 

I’ll keep the doors closed in the summer

so the scent doesn’t creep up on me

to remind me of all the things I’ve lost,

and all of the things we’ll never do.