Birthday Flowers

I sent her birthday flowers But, that time I guess wasn't ours, She gave me a moment and not hours Love didn't exist. She gave me a written "Thank You" A sincere sentiment that was past due, I hoped that our love was true I didn't get a kiss. The flowers weren't sent in jest They were sent as an emotional test, To put my mind at ease and at rest, Does she care. She thanked me for the gift My feelings her compliment did lift, The flowers then by her were sniffed But, I wasn't there. I then became very vexed After receiving her flowers I was perplexed, She thanked me with only a text I got a heartache. I see and hear from her no more Emotionally in my face was slammed her door, So, I am through, therefore I didn't even get a slice of birthday cake Next year when her birthday comes around Flowers from me to her will not be bound, I will be nowhere to be found Even if I am sent a birthday invite. I cannot ever forgive or forget When she needed help I would always submit, Now alone for her birthday at my table I will sit An RSVP of "No" to her I will write. Randy L. McClave