Petals on her floor

In a dimly lit room she removes the pins from her hair.
Everything seems empty, yet he sent flowers in the mail.
One by one, she plucks the petals from the stem.
"Maybe he does."
"Maybe he doesn't"
Its so hard to tell.
After a few hours petals cover her floor.
Perhaps it really meant something.
She'll wait until he sends some more.
A week rolls by and it feels like a hurricane.
No flowers, no sunshine. Everything is cold.
Just when she thought it will never end, there is a knock on her door.
He sent more flowers.
She'll spend the afternoon wondering.
Plucking petals onto her floor.

Author's Note

But he still loves her.

Reviews

[OhSnapShley]

I like this poem. Sometimes its silly to wonder and picking petals from a flower means nothing more then cleaning up the mess from the floor.

I myself wrote a poem about picking petals. Maybe you can read it and let me know what you think?

-OhSnap