In the pools I mop up,
From vases turned over,
I often see your reflection.
It’s Valentine’s Day again,
And you bring me flowers that are
So fragrant and red–
Simply scented to mask the smell of your cheating.
I hear the girl’s voice echo from the bottom of the vase
I see her reflection with yours.
You keep calling to apologize;
To tell me you love me, but
I never pick up–
Instead I buy myself flowers.
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