You stood there looking straight at me.
Holding out the big bouquet.
The one that was supposed to make it all ok
But you used to look straight into me - not just at me.
You used to look inside of me and know me.
Understand me.
I stand there staring straight back at you,
watch your hand fall slowly to your side.
The bouquet slips out.
Gradually.
Rejected.
It doesn't make a noise as it hits the ground.
The door doesn't make a sound either.

Holding out the big bouquet.
The one that was supposed to make it all ok
But you used to look straight into me - not just at me.
You used to look inside of me and know me.
Understand me.
I stand there staring straight back at you,
watch your hand fall slowly to your side.
The bouquet slips out.
Gradually.
Rejected.
It doesn't make a noise as it hits the ground.
The door doesn't make a sound either.



