There's a light in the flower shop tonight
Lovers gathering bouquets of promises
And stems of love letters that only flowers can write
I stood outside as the snow fell...
Like plucked down from an infant bird
The wind tried to pitch me from its icy glove
Into oncoming traffic of pedestrians
I should have obeyed its command
But I was hypnotized by the patch of life
That thrived inside the floral boutique
You gathered a cocktail of roses
And the passion in your eyes captivated me
I watched you
Thinking how it would be if we were children
Id be adored in a floral dress and clipped daisies in my hair
And you'd be dressed in a suit of pale blue
Stealing easter eggs out of my basket
And pulling on my Shirley Temple curls to get my attention
But you didn't know me
Not really...
Strangers werent we?
Those flowers are for your sweetheart. Not me.
Yet when you sniffed the flowers you caught my gaze
And It was as if you were breathing my scent for the first time
I felt your face touch the base of my neck
My fingers felt warm
As if we were holding hands like old lovers
But without ever touching
Your lips moved
I could hear your words
Though your voice was muted by a closed door
That read 'open late for Valentines day'
Scared I ran home
Ran away from a complete stranger
Or were you?

 ...That evening....
I remember telling him not to send me flowers
because it was too painful to watch them wither
so he sent trinkets and cards with Hallmark greetings
and I wrote him poems
Until he told me
"I dont understand poetry"

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