drunk butterfly

A single red tulip
Beckoning me from plastic shelves
Bargained with me for my future
So I shelved out the cash.
Words dripped from my quill like fire
The streams resembled tears I had offered
In so many places
Unnoticed by you.
Arriving at the tower of Tales —
In a garden of Great
I met you at the gate.
Unchanged by your reaction,
Encouraged that you took the card
I hurried to take my seat like the Greeks
Unnerved by the bottle of bubbly apparent for the celebration I would take no part in —
So I stole my friend in the rain
And took a blue train home.
Only months later would I find strength to leave
When I found that card
Halved in your box
The writing now hidden
And the boy smiling forward, sharing the flower
You intended
Not for me.