he bought her flowers
and i watched.

i'm thinking
back
to the time
when you tore
a flower
from
my own garden
and gave
it to me.

it felt like
a lot
like love.

i'm wondering
what it would be
like now that
you are
what's that word again?
independent
oh yeah
independent
i'm wondering
what it would be
like now
that you're independent

you have that car of yours
your own house
your own life
was i just too little
too late?

what she's getting now
is what i wanted
back then

were you
just too
little
too late
for me?

you grew up fast
just not fast enough
for me.

all grown up now, aren't you?
feels a whole lot like
i raised you.

i wasn't in it for the roses
i was in it for the love
but i'm finding
that roses
die
slower than love.