when i first met you, you planted flowers in my heart.

and with a tulip in your hand, you said “till death do us part.”

so i held on to those words, the promises you gave me. 

and as i got to know you, the flowers grew, roses and orchids and bunches of daisies.

dandelions, daffodils, begonias and marigolds.

the flowers grew taller, even as the weather got cold. 

and you pruned them and watered them, day after day.

the flowers growing even bigger, until they formed a bouquet. 

but then one day in june, a girl arrived, dressed in fur.

and you plucked out my flowers and you gave them to her.