Just when you think it’s safe to go out
There is a knock at your heart, tap, tap
Trepidation calls, bearing flowers
Roses, red like the blood flowing still
Through your veins to a stone cold heart
Violets, deep blue as your eyes that weep
To remember the days without fear
Orchid, black reflecting your humour
‘Love me, love me not?’, petals shredded
Destroying the thing of beauty that
Once was your life. Stamens, yellow stain
Rough hands. Colours bleeding into one
Dull grey where once: yellow red, blue
Delicate stems, plain perfect blossom
Dismay brought you a bouquet. But why?
To remind you that he’s there. Tap tap
Just when you think it’s safe to go out.
I had to go to the supermarket this morning and, everywhere I looked, there were red hearts and roses, cards and chocolates and lovers strolling hand in hand. There is a feeling of romance in the air and, this year for some reason, I am not really dealing with it very well. So many tears today I just locked myself away and wrote this poem because I didn’t know what else to do.