He came on a Saturday morning,

My boyfriend of six months.

When he rang the doorbell,

I had no idea that would be the end.

I opened the door,

And there he stood,

Looking like he was in pain.

He handed me a blue iris,

And his last words were:

"I don't think we can be together

Ever again."

Weeks later, when I think about it,

I smile a sad sort of smile.

And finger the blue iris,

That signified the end.