flowers.

i bought you a pot of perennial flowers

then i looked at your face and it was smiling

your fingers touched the pot with an overwhelming force

that gently moved the pot away from me

your face kept smiling and you said,

'thank you' rapidly, then again really slowly

'this means a lot to me' you said

i immediately thought, 'meaning' doesn't mean anything

my face felt calm and i could feel my heartbeat in my fingers

you said you had to go, that you were late for a meeting

i said okay, then remembered some facts about the flowers

i remembered they were perennial

and your favorite color

and that they wouldn't die, ever

and that this was meant to represent something about me

then you shut the door

i almost knocked again

but then didn't