How nice that someone’s gone and sent
Me orchids now that you are gone
A cardboard box with flowers bent
So heavy it can’t come undone
So kind of folks to think of me
To offer solace for my pain
And orchids bring sheer dignity
Though I won’t have him back again
I should be glad for such a gift
Such color meant to ease my wits
But it’s too much for me to lift
I cannot bear to deal with it
Long after all this purple blooms
I’ll open up the box to grieve
A skeleton that’s left to groom
Some withered stems, some ancient leaves
Assured that I had killed it so
My mind could find relief
I’ll throw the mess of it away
But keep the growing grief
