The ribbons tie tightly
Around the slender stem of the roses
I read the card aloud
To myself
I toss it aside
The worthless words
The meaningless babble of heart
I pick up the bouquet
The thorn pricks my index finger
Blood slides from the thorn to the water
Filling the once clear vase with black
I pull the ribbons letting the flowers fall where they will
And as the black blood spreads
The flowers die
The stems rot
And the petals wilt
Until they fall
Disappearing into the darkness of below
And the ribbons lay lifeless
On the table by the vase
Eventually to be carried away
By the breeze of someone passing
And by the wind of lost love