Birthday Flowers Poem by Randy McClave

I sent her birthday flowers
But, that time I guess wasn't ours,
She gave me a moment and not hours
Love didn't exist.
She gave me a written "Thank You"
A sincere sentiment that was past due,
I hoped that our love was true
I didn't get a kiss.

The flowers weren't sent in jest
They were sent as an emotional test,
To put my mind at ease and at rest,
Does she care.
She thanked me for the gift
My feelings her compliment did lift,
The flowers then by her were sniffed
But, I wasn't there.

I then became very vexed
After receiving her flowers I was perplexed,
She thanked me with only a text
I got a heartache.
I see and hear from her no more
Emotionally in my face was slammed her door,
So, I am through, therefore
I didn't even get a slice of birthday cake

Next year when her birthday comes around
Flowers from me to her will not be bound,
I will be nowhere to be found
Even if I am sent a birthday invite.
I cannot ever forgive or forget
When she needed help I would always submit,
Now alone for her birthday at my table I will sit
An RSVP of "No" to her I will write.

Randy L. McClave