One Last Favour Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Here, the flowers
that you waited for
so longingly
once clasped so tightly
to themselves

secrets
of the self
now blossoming
into knowing
all their hidden-ness
open to the bees

that hum
this evening
into being.
Here, now, the secret
is known

and your death blooms
bleeds into this sunset.
Here, the flowers
have opened
that you so wanted to see
(and had hoped that life would offer this one last favour)

that I
see for you now
in a blur of flowers and tears
flowers
&
tears.