A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

Flowers were not your native language.
Clumsy conversations, and mixed metaphors. 
Symbolic depth was lost on you
as you labelled it a waste of money to gift
something already dead or dying. 
Do you see the irony? Now that we are dead
you think them worth it, hold hope that I will
read into this love and effort and reconciliation,
but perhaps you’ve finally succeeded 
at this semaphore: the dying offered to the dead.