Nine Black Poppies

when i got home i meant to give you some sweet chrysanthemum
 the wind chimes were ringing all wrong and you were standing
 in the doorway singing along
 and i tried to rememeber how nice it had been
 a long long time ago
 but i couldn't rememeber.
 i honestly could not remember
 and a package came for you today, from the hunan province
 the postmark burning jet black in the summer sun
 someone was changing. someone was changing from the inside out
 and i turned around to face you.
 sweet peas in the garden, all in full bloom
 and i thought i heard the traces of an old song murmuring in the room
 like a half-remembered conversation, i let it slip away
 and then i could not rememeber
 i honestly could not remember
 and a package came for you today, from the hunan province
 the postmark burning jet black in the summer sun
 someone was changing. someone was changing from the inside out
 and i turned around to face you.