HE BROUGHT ME FLOWERS

He brought me flowers last year
Three flowers on Valentine
It's obvious he meant he loves me
Though he didn't give a line

He brought me flowers last month
Seven flowers on a January eve
I asked him what he meant there
He said, "I love you so much, don't leave"

He brought me flowers last week
Six flowers on my birthday
"Why six? " I asked him softly
"I love you forever, please stay"

He brought me flowers this morning
Many flowers on February
But I cannot ask him anymore
When in his eyes those tears I see

He brought me flowers with love
On my grave,  now it's all I have.

Author's Note

Sorry, deep and dark concept for now. :(( I am just writing what comes to my mind.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of emily dickinson and how she wrote in apostrophe (from the perspective of the dead person)

how the lover who has died feels the compassion for her mate, who still loves her so and brings her flowers for all the occasions as he did when she was alive.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Thank you, sir. Maybe when I have time, I will try to research and read her works especially what you are referring here.

[Rimpi Saikia]

This piece is so cute and sad at the same time! The blending of emotions is perfect! Keep up the good work!

[FJ Davis]

Profoundly touching.
Well conceived and nicely expressed.
An outstanding piece of work!

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad and powerful poem. Using flowers and love to create places leading to sad ending. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[gabrielle]

This is sad yet so beautiful, dhaye. We can never really tell the wishes of our departed loved ones. But i like to think that they want us to move on and go on with our lives even without them.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Thank you, Gab.