she says this

you bring me flowers
as if flowers will
stop the flood of
dismay and sadness
that i feel towards
you at the moment.
you bring me flowers
as if to say, here,
look what i grew
for you, knowing
all along that you
would never put
your hands in dirt
or bend over to
nurture anyone or
anything. you bring
me flowers, and yet
i put them in a vase
and take that as a
first step, a very
pale sign that
there could be hope.
but deep inside
i know better, and
this too will fade
as will those sharply
cut flowers.