• dmrlwrites 10w

    The man bought me a dozen artificial flowers.

    Special occasions and non occasions,
    artificial flowers.

    His gestures made me laugh,
    the flowers were tacky and cheap.

    They sat lifeless in vases,
    collecting dust and taking up space.

    After more than enough,
    the flowers were all tossed into the trash.

    When he noticed they were gone,
    another dozen appeared.

    Fights started and we ended.

    “Why the artificial flowers?” I asked.
    “Because they last forever,” he simply stated, “unlike most things.”

    Nevermore had I wanted to dig through trash.