BALLAD Poem: Flowers That Never Bloom, by Taylor Palomares

I’ve only received flowers twice in my entire life.
First time I really didn’t count. It was a single plastic rose bought from the beach vendors.
Valentine’s day shouldn’t feel like a last thought. Goes to show you how that “relationship”
started, ended, was the entire time.

So, the first time receiving flowers was contingent upon being open to receive a symbolic
“apology”.
Accidently found out they conceived a baby, didn’t even bother to hide the new born baby seat.
After no response it didn’t take long for him to come along like a want to be Prince Charming.
He never said sorry,
Solely showed up
With simple red roses
At my door,
saying nothing more.

The second and last time receiving flowers was used as a gesture in order to forgive a man for his
sins. It was hard for him to say “I’m sorry” for all that he had done. Simple words, no fancy
gestures we’re truly needed. Solely to be heard, seen, understood.
Yet, still didn’t,
Couldn’t take
Responsibility
For a tumultuous
Past. One that his
Two hands created.

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