when we walked in the rose garden

my accountability is to you and you alone
when we walked in the rose garden
amidst high hills and cloudy sky
you never asked even once, why
i was lost or unable to see
what colour you wore
and where did the rays reflected from
diamonds in your earrings
go
but today, i remember all those missed moments
and will try to fill your lap
with a few flowers
i have plucked
from then garden
before they fall on the ground, half closed,
but also half open
but past their full bloom
like we are, are we