this flower

she smells
like a flower,
because she is one.
she bends
towards the sun
as you tilt
her with a soft
touch
on the sill.
carefully you
spill some water
where she
needs it.
you touch her
leaves, her
petals.
you hate to leave
her alone,
but she'll be
waiting,
always faithful.
this flower,
for you to come
home.