When I leave, his sadness is simple:
He loves me here, close enough to sniff.
To him I am fragrant of complete love,
Betrayal, and I too world-weary to forget
That in time I’ll return to find a Beagle-
Sized void in my incomplete, ignorant soul.
 “Cosmos are annual flowers with colorful daisy-like flowers that sit atop long slender stems.” – The Old Farmer’s Almanac