Floral Heart

Twelve months ago you gave me flowers

I kept them in a vase while their color brightened the room

With a crisp scent of promise and reassurance

they stood proudly and confident

I changed the water from time to time when it became a faint brown

I could tell the flowers were tired

no longer holding the eyes of passing strangers, they were languishing and dismal

growing distant

I no longer felt the safety of a stem and the consolation of the petals

I could feel my love grasping at the edges to hold on to the once lively animation I once possessed

I was shown the cruel effects of time and how it can taint and corrupt something so beautiful

the flowers were soon tucked away as a faint memory while waiting to be replaced

held on to simply because the idea of material possession was a misinterpretation of passion and the belief it could be brought back to life

some things slip through our finger tips and the concept of love is too abstract to be understood

similar to the beauty of a flower

you promised me our love would last till the last flower dies but I now realize talk is cheap and your flaccid words are not worthy

twelve months ago our love brightened my life like a rose

and today I remembered you never really liked flowers.