Flowers

He left flowers on her doorstep, time, and again.
They were always gone when he returned.
Always crestfallen, he continued to leave
flowers at her doorstep.
She went to prom with another.
Flowers at her doorstep.
She dated the latest fool, flowers at her doorstep.
She married someone not worthy of her,
flowers at her doorstep.
Have children with that man,
flowers at her doorstep.
Watched her children grow,
flowers at her doorstep.
Saw her slide from bliss,
flowers at her doorstep.
Watched her divorce that man,
flowers at her doorstep.
Hold her when she cried,
flowers at her doorstep.

I imagine that in some way,
even today
I'll always leave
Flowers at her doorstep.

Reviews

[C. James Snyder]

Beautiful poem. The refrain really pushes this gem forward.

Cheers-- C. James.