I remember the pride in his eyes
The flowers meant so much to him.
I suppose they should have meant more to me.
Everything changed in an instant.
He knew it-
I knew it.
Flowers of past danced in my mind-
And it was almost as though he could see them too.
My damage was a secret-
A secret only flowers could reveal.
These will parish and become a memory…
Just as he exits the door.
The life of a rose
And the continued brevity of relationships.
Until we meet again.