Empty vase

I hope you remember the day I bought you flowers

The weight that red vase held

The smell of me finding your favourite flowers by accident

And buying a vase of them for you

A red vase

A red vase I turned up to your door with

On the first day I had the guts to say those 3 words

The first time I’d said them in nearly a year to someone in that way

But those flowers are long dead now

And that vase sits empty on your shelf

The red vase

The red vase I said I would never let hold death

But I guess emptiness is death

I hope you lie awake and think about that vessel

I hope you remember how I would prune the flowers in the vase so there was never anything dying in it

I hope you lie there at night and look at it

Watch the red vase collect dust

Watch the room glow when the sunlight passes through it

I hope you watch the whole room turn red with its soft haze

But for now it will always stand empty

Because red is double edged

The red vase

The red vase I bought with love

Now stands the red vase you look at in pain

Although I do not wish pain upon you for it

I hope the red vase stands

And mutters pain into your heart

I hope it lives on your shelf whispering hatred into your soul

But it will not be my hatred

I am above that.

The red vase

Will carry your own pain

And the flowers will never bloom like they used to

Because the red vase carried my love

And you can no longer have that