peonies are out of season.
the flower of my wedding day,
dead until next spring
decides to make them grow again.
little things seem like big things these days.
but when i cried because they were gone,
and he took me to a movie and a yogurt place
so i would forget the peonies,
that little thing seemed little like it was.
and the big thing mattered like a big thing.
and he is the big thing.