My favorite flower is every rose Robert gave me to say he was sorry

My favorite flower is every rose Robert gave me

to say he was sorry


Not because he was sorry

and not because I forgave him


But because he carried them inside his fist

and he didn’t so much

set them on my desk,

he just kind of let go

and they fell in a general direction.

Before they landed,

before I could greet them or tend to them

before anyone could enjoy them,

he opened his mouth, Listen, I


they were so beautiful

they deserved better

 

#nationalpoetrymonth, day 3