buying flowers

we haven't seen you in a while
the florist says
as I stop in to smell
the roses.

ah, yes, I respond, it has been
a fortnight or more, hasn't it,
perhaps longer
since I last
bought a hurried bouquet
of roses, or an orchid, or
daffodil.

things change, I say softly,
studying the garden under
lights and glass. I actually
enjoy flowers more these days
when I purchase them.

but I buy them not with a note
of apology, or heart felt
poem attached. trying to soothe
or buy a love back.

it's different now, I buy them
for me,
for my own pleasure, my own
home, no longer for someone
I once held dear, no longer
for someone that took me
so often to task.