Nujoom Alghanem - NOT EVEN THE LIGHT FROM THE WINDOW

In my hand, there is a fistful of our garden’s flowers,
Jasmine and Narcissus bloom
in the night dew.
Near the bed, there is another bouquet
I put there, days ago
and no
inquisitive soul pays it any attention,
not even the light from the window
that claims to have affection for me.