On Good Friday I gave to you
A geranium in a pot.
We agreed on the need for air.
I know not
Whether you are showing care
To that token
Which, although unspoken
You knew to be true.

And now you have your air
And I mine.
I remember you
On my sofa blue.
No line
Was crossed.

The cost
Was a cheap
Priceless geranium in a pot
You may or may not, keep.