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.
