Peonies

The peonies that I bought for you

Are still on my dresser.

I remember you telling me

That they are your favorite flower

And how I got excited

When I saw them in the store

And bought them immediately.

They are still beautiful

Dry like paper

Slightly faded.

Their scent lightly lingers

When I pass closely by

Similar to the way the perfume of your hair

Greeted me at night

As I put my head

On my pillows.