Today should just end.
Like the way those flowers did as I threw them in the trash.
I should have known you’d already have three vases full.
There’s no room for an attempt, just as there wasn’t room in the trash can for those wild flowers.
I’m not sure what was more embarrassing, you watching me cut my hand open as I picked up shatter glass, or me happening to see you pull broken flowers from the bin.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.