Dinner by candlelight,

I wore my best dress

You bought me roses,

In your grey suit.

It was our first time

Without the baby

When you told me

You had something to say.

She was a mistake,

Not anyone I knew

A woman you met

A few months ago.

Now these roses

Are hidden away

Behind the jars of

Soft pears and milk.

Its been three weeks

And I haven’t said

If I’ve chosen to leave

Or stay for us.

I think if I let

those roses sit

I won’t have to pick

If its you or me.