A bundle of spring flowers 
Tied loosely with a curl
Of twine enveloped 
By eucalypt sprigs
Like a peace offering
Lay at my feet
All sorts of smiles
Glances and reminisces
Scents hang around 
Should you find 
Alone turns lonely 
Unexpectedly so
At the eleventh hour
Though not clock watching 
Thoughts chime in chorus
The need to know
All is fine