I perch myself on the wooden park bench,

Musing on what time her approach is,

Swallowing my nervousness, biting my lip,

My perspiring hands gripping her roses.

It’s a beautiful, February day,

The sun is blinding, love is in the earthy air,

I hope that the scenery will cool me down,

As I beg to the universe that everything will go alright in prayer.

It’s been a few minutes,

Yet she hasn’t made an appearance,

“It’s okay, maybe she’s running a bit late,”

I tell myself as the roses’ red hue makes a subtle disappearance.

Is she alright?

It’s been a while and she hasn’t been seen,

Oh, shit- the roses don’t look so good,

I really hope she’s here in fifteen…

So it’s been fifteen,

And you guessed it; she’s nowhere,

She shouldn’t take so long; she’s fetching regardless,

Her dreamy, sky-blue eyes, her flowy, long hair..

Even after my long pause to daydream, she’s still not here,

The annoyance in my chest slowly growing bigger,

I just wanted to enjoy my time with her today,

And give her the gift that’s now beginning to wither.

I’m really about to leave,

It’s almost midday,

The roses are tired of waiting too,

They’re drooping, dulled, continuing to decay.

My jaw is clenching more and more by the second,

Tears forming in my eyes,

Her lack of arrival is really pissing me off,

Why did she trick me and tell me lies?!

You know what- I’ve given up,

God, I can’t take this anymore!,

I’m going back home now,

With her roses dead on the concrete floor.

(This might be kinda different from the prompt but it’s fine. Happy valentines!)