(The poetic form selected for this month is the Standard Habbie aka Burns Stanza).
The flowers you left when I was ill
Lie dead upon my window sill.
The flowers are dead, not me, you dill!
I’m still alive!
I’ll throw them out, I think I will.
They won’t revive.
You left these flowers when you left me,
You said our love was dead, you see,
And you had wanted to be free
And not enchained.
I know that what will be will be
But little’s gained.
I hope you love the life you choose.
I cook a meal and watch the News.
I clean the house; don’t touch the booze.
If you were here
The things we hold I’d never lose.
Dead flowers don’t care.
To hear the poem read aloud click HERE.
Thank you for sharing this, Amber, it’s so uplifting. When you said your boyfriend left without saying goodbye, I just about cried. And then when he came back I did cry, it was so beautiful. I actually sat there and wept all over my keyboard.
I can’t believe that anyone would be so heartless as to leave you for someone else, and later that same day when they discovered they weren’t wanted at the new person’s place, they came back to you.
And to think you took him in! Took him back! And then he left again for someone else, and he came back and you took him in again. I cried three times.
And then he left and came back, and left and came back. Each time you took him in.
Sometimes I suspect he might be using you.
Listen the story being read HERE!