one red one white and one pink, i picked up three shades of love along the way home today.
today eight am you ask me to be early back home, something about an unofficial seventy-sixth date you had planned
two five pm you call me to check whether i’d had my lunch or not and whether amidst all the work i’d managed to forget about later today in all honesty, it did slip my mind but i told you no
four thirty one pm twenty missed calls, and eleven texts from you. ‘hey, you on your way?’ i don’t respond
five six pm i leave my work station and call you back, finally you don’t answer i messed up, i know.
five fifty three pm on my way i pass cafes and couples holding hands kissing celebrating ...smiling being everything we used to be
stop stop s t o p a small boy comes up to my window and offers me flowers ‘a rose for your lady?’
even though it may not seem like it i’m still here for you for me for us and i know, you are too in the sticky notes on my lunch box in the small smiles into my kisses in the wordless i love yous. you’re here too.
i smile And take three one for you one for me, and, one for us
i’m in love with you
i’m thinking of you.
i’m thankful for you.
one red one white and one pink i picked up three shades of love along the way home today.
for you.
Roses.
This is me challenging my writer's block and coming up with something that pulls me out from this non-writing zone. Tell me how you like it? Thank you.