The Flowers

The flowers were so beautiful,
They brought a warmth to my heart,
It was so sweet that he'd got up early,
To go and fetch them for me.
I wonder if the darkness was just there,
Under the surface,
Bubbling away,
I wonder if it may have all worked out one day
But I walked away
From the man who bought me roses,
Walked to the light I saw,
Now the light comes no more.
Do I miss him, or just miss love?
I'm not sure,
But part of me wishes I could go back,
Try a bit more.
But that warmth is gone,
I onnly get warmth in a cup of coffee now,
I look down,
In to my empty mug,
Void, full of nothingness.
Is this really what life is?

-11th January 2012