All I wanted was to stop the noise;
the bleak conversations in my head.
My whole life has been words-
words and thousands of tears.
You brought me baubles and beads,
gold, shiny things, but, oh!,
what I would have given
for a few moments of your time.
I see you standing there
your hands holding long, red stems
after you stole my heart.
Day 29 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)