there was a time when you'd
buy flowers
after a fight, after a
misunderstanding.
you'd stop by the shop
and browse the chilled
roses, daffodils, a mixed
bunch of something
bright and colorful.
always a dozen delivered,
maybe a vase too,
pulling out all the stops,
a little note attached,
with a plea for
forgiveness in hopes
that she would take you
back. but that was then,
now you text her, and say
something along the lines
of hey, what's up?
Thursday, January 8, 2015
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