On the day the flowers came,
I thought that we were still the same.
How could I have ever known
When your displeasure was never before shown?
That's why, that day, when I was sitting on the couch
Staring at the blue-tinted leather pouch,
It had never occurred to me
That it would drive me to insanity.
So I opened it to find
A flower, a note on paper that shined
I smiled at the flowers, unaware of its true meaning,
And read the note which left me reeling.
Distraught, I struggled to remain strong.
Should I have known that we wouldn't last long?
I don't know the answer, to this very date,
But I will never forget the day the flowers came.