For No Reason At All

He used to bring me flowers 
For no reason at all ...
Not in summer; we had a garden,
But in the winter and the fall.

I feel the winter in my heart
When I see an empty vase ...
And I long one more time
To see that sly grin on his face ...


For he used to bring me flowers
For no reason at all ...
Now I must buy my own
And I weep at that blossom stall ...

Each bloom is a reminder
Of how it used to be ...
When I wasn't all alone ...
When we were "we".

But I'll arrange them carefully
In that vase so stately and tall ...
And gratefully remember when 
He brought me flowers for no reason at all.

 ~ Connie Good ~

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