I would have bought you flowers
if I knew where to get flowers
or what kind of flowers to get
or how much flowers cost
or where to get money.

I would have played you a song
if I knew how to write one
or play an instrument
or sing
or keep rhythm
or, I don’t know,
rhyme.

I would lasso you the moon
or give your kid brother a silver spoon
or recite select passages from Frank Herbert’s Dune
I’d do it immediately
– soon
if I had the means
the mode
or the inclination.

I guess I just care too much.