Forever ago, you showed up at my doorstep, flowers in hand.
Into a vase, next to a window they went.  
Stubborn, they were.  
Weeks flew by with petals bright and beautiful.
Hope was placed in my heart, it would all be okay.
Then, one night, it all came crashing down.
A single phone call spent exchanging words and tears.  
Surely, the next morning would be better.  
Waking up in the morning with a tear stained face,
I walked over to that flower vase.
Looking down, my heart shattered, I began to sob.  
Those stubborn flowers had browned and crumpled.
No more vibrant petals to admire.
Instead, I watch as petals fall bitterly to the hardwood floor.
Look down at my feet, at the heap of crumpled flowers,
I am reminded that all good things must come to an end.