Boxed Flowers

I stopped watering your mother's plants
Watching the pastel colors fade to grey
And I knew we didn't stand a chance
After talking in the car that day.

I hoped you could love after me
And that the wounds I left wouldn't scar
But it was clear for everyone to see
You'd never get that far.

The flowers might be dead
And the romance died, too
But no matter what was ever said
I really loved you.

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