Since some will ask about this
place called us, it looked out
on a field of sunflowers beneath green
mountains that vanished in mist.
We were convinced happiness lived
there, or somewhere like it. And weren’t we
happy there? In the gleaming kitchen
that final morning, two flawless sunflowers,
a postcard propped against the vase.
No message, or hint, just a P.S:
Retrieve. And don’t forget Love,
What saved us still saves us.
Now I know that too should