I took my empty cup of tea to the sink,
The sun caught my eye, made me squint.
Chucked my tea bag in the bin,
Then to an advertisement my ears tuned in..
"Come on down to your local flower store
We've got plants and flowers and gifts galore!
Celebrations for both life and death,
Come on down, we've got the best!"
With nothing much to do this day,
Looking at flowers that faded away,
I grabbed my keys and thought, what the heck 🤷♀️
Flowers is what I'm off to get..
Bells that chime when you open the door
Bits of petals and leaves scattered on the floor
Wonderful smells all through the room
Some are ready, some waiting to bloom
Behind a desk absolutely piled
Out she popped, and there she smiled.
The sweetest voice you'll ever hear
Asked me if I wanted to go for a beer..
Stormed out from the back,
Draped in a coat of black,
Flustered and stressed,
Heart pounding in her chest.
Switched the sign to 'back in 5'
And said "I NEED TO FEEL ALIVE!!"
Rolled her eyes around her head,
Threw her arms up at me and said
"WELL? Ya coming or not?"
For a moment, I was in shock.
A confused shrug and a little smirk,
Who knew flowers were such stressful work..
Into the pub and off the street
Half a beer down, staring at her feet.
Finally lifts her head where eyes meet mine,
She said "I'm sure out of yours, it all seems fine".
"These flowers that I sell in my shop,
You take them home, and watch them rott,
They bring some meaning for a day or two,
Then what's left? Then what do you do?
You could buy something and watch it grow,
But everything alive one day dies, ya know?
All that I am able to do for you,
Is only ever going to last a day or two"
Her eyes then wandered out the window
To watch the leaves and wind blow
I could see her search for peace out there
Each blink a moment of dark dispair.
"You'd think the girl who sells you flowers
Could make you feel cheery for hours,
But every flower has her day,
And this sunny flower's day is today"
At the pub the beers were on me,
And after that, my flowers were free.
Each day after, I thought about her,
Such a rare experience to occur,
I missed her even, just a little,
While waiting for my flowers to dwiddle.
Something like 2 weeks went by,
I was so excited to go and say hi!
I didn't mind the pouring rain,
Another day would of sent me insane!
Bells that chime when you open the door
Bits of petals and leaves scattered on the floor
Wonderful smells all through the room
Some are ready, some waiting to bloom
Behind a desk all clean and cleared
Out he popped, sad eyes appeared,
A beaten voice, full of pain,
Said flowers? Or just getting out of the rain?
I asked him about my mystery girl
Where oh where? Where in the world?
I could have sworn I had the right shift,
It is her spirits that I've come to lift.
The man had never heard of her,
My memories, were but a blurr,
He said he couldn't help me find,
The girl, the sad girl, that I left behind..
He continued prepping for a funeral
For a lady they called "Miss Illuminal".