I walked into a flower shop with a big smile on my face,
Looking to impress the one I chose to take your place.
A dozen long-stemmed red ones would surely satisfy,
I asked the lady to wrap them up when something caught my eye.
A single black carnation in a vase right by the door
Made me think of something I never had before.
The lady looked at me funny when I said, “I’ll take this, too,”
But I saw a certain symmetry that made me think of you.
A single rose for every year that time left us bereft,
A single black carnation for everything that’s left.
And though I walk with higher hopes, I see in this bouquet,
Twelve years, twelve roses, and nothing left to say.
I walked out of the flower shop surprised at what I’d done,
An action borne of impulse, emotions overrun.
As I turned to face my future, your shadow in my view,
I realized another thing I knew I had to do.
And so I stopped to offer you a symbolic last goodbye,
On a bridge across the river, as the sun fell from the sky.
I held the black carnation across the water below,
I bowed my head and spoke your name, and then I let it go.
A single rose for every year that time left us bereft,
A single black carnation for everything that’s left.
I dropped it in the river and watched it float away,
Twelve years, twelve roses, and nothing left to say.
I woke up the next morning alone as I could be,
Turns out she didn’t do flowers, turns out she didn’t do me.
So I went back down to the river and walked along the shore,
I found a black carnation washed up from the night before.
I picked up the flower and put it in my lapel,
Though my heart was bruised and broken, I thought it just as well.
This time, a dozen roses was the only thing I lost,
Unlike the time I spent with you, for which I’ll never know the cost.
A single rose for every year that time left us bereft,
A single black carnation for everything that’s left.
I know that you’d be happy to see me here this way,
Twelve years, twelve roses, and nothing left to say.
Twelve years, twelve roses, and nothing left to say.
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