Day 7 or 6

Tell Madison it was all necessary.
Her flat never told anyone.
It kept her secrets,
Along with keeping her.
It anticipated her arrival
And the flowers that would join her.

Tell Alexandria that I could've.
I was busy with big sky reflections,
She should've seen the sand.

A guess we should have;
I found the quiet place in the country,
Letting out smoke.
Shouting threats to the passer bys.