You don’t bring me flowers.

When the weeks are long and our time together is short.

When I have spent countless nights alone.

When I have cried so many tears.

After I have cooked your favorite meal.

After I have made sure your laundry is clean.

After we fight half the night and I am still sore from where your words pierced my heart.

Still you don’t bring me flowers.

I am not asking for a dozen fancy red roses nor a vase of exotic lilies.

I just need to know that when you see flowers on the side of the road you think of me, wild and beautiful.

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