The red roses I gave you
Still sit in their crystal vase
But now they’re dead, wilted, browned
And they simply take up space
The petals have all fallen
Brown and crumpled up
No longer lush and vibrant
The vase is collecting dust
I remember that day clearly
It was a sunny afternoon
The breeze was blowing lightly
In the warm month of June
You asked me how I was doing
I replied, “The same.”
Followed by pleasant conversations
About life, school, and grades
I handed you a bouquet
The flowers a vivid red
Expressed my appreciation
“Thank you,” was all you said
All that day and all the night
I could not shake the thought
Of how four months ago
You completely forgot
The twenty-sixth of February
You didn’t even call
Tears were shed, despite what was said
Now I feel nothing at all
It’s been three months and now I know
Why my heart is crushed
The flowers are no longer vibrant
And their vase is collecting dust