No rush

Wish I was with you that day
in the sunflowers
when you blew the kiss-
I would have leapt to catch
even a part of it
to keep the softness from wilting
with the yellow petals.

Can you stay there for ten minutes
with me
and not feel rushed
or that your lacking anything
so we can make this time
ours?

Can I make your smile my own
or at the leastbe the reason for it
to easy the uneasy feeling
of adoring the one
that wasn't mine
by substituting?

Wonder if we will fade
like those flowers did
that fall
and become a kiss we blew
that we could never catch
or replant.