milk chocolates
in the box
found themselves
embittered,
darkened into the chocolate
she didn’t like.
flowers in a pot
as I handed them over
would look
from me to her
then turn to search for
some hopeful sun.
flowers in a vase
faltered and
drew pale
as the water
whispered itself
into the air.
trinkets and baubles
grayed and greened
themselves
in the acrid breeze
of conversation.
words themselves
turned to wood
shedding splinters
as they tumbled across
my tongue.
in the end
I gave her a box
filled with
the absence of me
a gift which finally
drew a smile
from her depths.
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