I thought the day was grand because the sun was so pretty this morning, and the sheets still smelled like you.

I thought the day was grand because the words flowed smooth, like my hand down your back. 

Then I thought the day was grand, because I finally found an auto mechanic to make my car purr, like I do when you hold me.

But then I learned that day was not truly grand until these flowers arrived, trumpeted by a colleague and a boss. The colors made the sun look pale, the words seem faint and the purring so soft.

And then to add to the colors was the red of my face, first from the teasing of the office, but later, longer and deeper from the flush of memory of two people as one.