valentine

"i miss you," i said again, and again i cried. "i'm heartsick," i said. " i love you," i told him, and he whispered to me, and sang our song. "mom, doorbell," said hope. "it's flowers, " she said, "don't you want to see them?" me, on the phone, in the bedroom, listening to my husband say my name. when i cracked the door, i saw the clutch of bright pink tulips. just like david to send a beautiful display, a wordplay.