i stood in front
of your door,
with a bouquet
of roses in one
hand, while the
other hand was
about to knock
the door.

but i stopped my
hand when i heard
his voice.  

i slowly lower my
hand from the door
and into my pocket.

from my pocket, i
took out my pen
and a lighter.  

i lit my lighter and
held the bouquet of
roses above the flame.

i watched as one of
the roses started to
wither and crumple
from the heat of the
flickering flame.  

i laid the flowers on
the doorstep of your
entrance and uncapped
the black pen as i shoved
my hand into my pocket
and dug out a piece of paper.

i wrote,

*i hope you're happy now.