Delivery of a Promise

When the roses came
For the girl next door
Their fragrance lingered
Down the corridor

The deep red stood out
On her window sill
A beacon to say
That he loves me still

A card stands beside
The stunning bouquet
Saying he’s sorry
Can’t make it today

Now fades the sweet scent
That once filled the room
It spills out no more
Or hangs on the bloom

The petals lay curled
And strewn on the floor
Marking the time since
He’s been at her door

Sweeping up what’s left
Of the gift’s remains
Tears for its promise
She cannot contain