Flowers
He threw the woman he “loved” against a wall last night.
She needed to defend herself in that fight
His anger was heard through the walls
Her screams apparent as she falls
They scream at each other and fight until someone called the police
They come in racing to keep the peace
He says it's just another argument
Then they, leave and there is silence for the rest of the night.
The next day there is a knock on her door
She tries to hide what happened the night before
She comes out in sunglasses and long sleeves
Cowering in that torn fleece
Looks like he sent her flowers
To apologize for last night
She accepts them and hides behind those glasses
A round black eye you see as she passes
The bump on her head she got because she was clumsy
Lost her footing because she was a little tipsy
Lies lies and more lies.
She’s still continuing to lie
Then came twilight…..
The next morning it was the same sight … she couldn’t even stand up right
So he sent her flowers today… it’s not a special day
Tomorrow isn’t a special day either
The next morning he gave her flowers
The thing is today’s a special day
She’s here, lying in her coffin
Her eyes blank as they stare up at the sky
The same sky that didn’t move to stop her cries
And so he gave her flowers for the last time.