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.

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 waves 
going their 
separate ways 
along the dusty, 
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...