Hello, honey.

It was really nice 
to see you again last night. 
You’ve been coming to visit more often
(Not that I’m complaining, mind you.)

The image of you
that remained when I woke
was that smile you had that stole my heart 
so many years ago now.

I think you were at a beach, 
maybe Puerto Rico, 
after we were out of the rough patch
and falling in love again.

Remember?

The lilies I planted for you
are nearly in full bloom now.
This year they look really striking, 
maybe because of the rough winter we had.

They’ve added color to the old place 
that seemed to have left
and they seem defiant of time 
as they come back each summer.

I’ve got a new love now
as I know you would have wanted. 
And I know you would like her, 
she’s tough as nails just like you were.

(Somehow I think you know
all this already
but it comforts me to say it, 
so bear with me.)

Like you, she loves lilies, 
and she’s a nurse 
with a pretty face 
just like you were.

I guess I’m just about
The luckiest guy alive 
to have the girls I’ve had
in spite of so many faults.

I guess I’ll let you go now
but feel free to visit me anytime. 
She’s been so generous with her heart 
and she’s letting me keep your place in mine.

Like I said before, 
you would have liked her.

Goodbye, honey.

See you later.