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.