Grocery Store Flowers

You break my heart the way my mother picks flowers
She sets a bouquet back on the shelf
And decides on the other lilies
I ask her why and she shrugs
Mutters both are beautiful but she just needed one
She smelled those returned flowers
Studied each petal
Imagined them in our home
She let each stem warm in her hands
Feel wanted amongst the rest
But she chose the other bouquet instead
The only explanation those flowers receive
Is they simply weren’t the one

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