🥀 “He Brought Flowers”

(for the ones who keep forgiving too early)

He brought flowers.

Not a sorry.

Not the truth.

Just petals.

He didn’t say

why he vanished

or why I cried

into the pillow

he used to call mine.

He brought tulips.

But no tenderness.

Roses.

But no remorse.

A bouquet of silence

wrapped in temporary effort.

I stood there,

hands full of pretty,

heart full of questions.

Again.

And like always,

I wondered:

Was I overreacting,

or just finally reacting

to all the things I buried

under love songs and late replies?

He brought flowers.

But never the thing I needed.

Never the version of him

that didn’t disappear

when it mattered most.

So this time,

I placed them in water.

But I did not place him

back in my heart.

Because I finally realized

flowers are not apologies.

They’re distractions

with good lighting.