Barren

My hands,
stained with the green
of dandelion,
plunge into
the dark soil
again and again...
blindly searching,
seeking the heart-shaped
bulb          which,
hope-filled last fall,
we transplanted
from your garden
into mine.

Giddy with joy
and promise,
we sprinkled
the earth with
champagne,
angel-wing-shells,
locks of hair,
and we buried
a red ribbon
marking
the depth.

Holding each other,
we named her
"Forever"
and we were sure.