Dear Flower Man,

The petals have all fallen
like rotten apples from a tree.

The flame in my heart has gone out
like a candle in the wind.

The blood in my veins runs cold
like a spring running over the ground.

The ice clings to the wires outside,
and the power has gone out.

You are a needle, and I am a pin cushion.
You are hurting me.

It is time for us to part like the waves
going their separate ways 
upon the salty, 
highlighted sand.

So don't send me flowers anymore
because I won't embrace them.

Don't dial my number anymore
because I won't pick up.

Don't come by my house anymore
because I won't answer.

I am leaving you
for good this time.

The hourglass 
is now empty...