I saw her buying flowers as I bustled through my day
“It is our anniversary,” I overheard her say
“Now what a lucky guy,” I thought, “that she would buy him flowers.”
And went about my life, my months, my weeks, my days, my hours —

And twelve months hence, as chance would have, I saw her once again
Once more she purchased flowers in the same place she had been
I said, “Your man’s so lucky he’ll have these up on his shelf.”
She said, “That man’s so cold —
For years
I’ve bought these
For myself.”

(Inspired by this prompt.)

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

4 thoughts on “Anniversary”

  1. Love the ending. My man doesn’t’ buy me flowers and upon criticism (in partial jest) he then bought me a beautiful orchid, that flowers for months at a time. Beautiful.

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