Two Days Ago

I came home
And saw flowers
(since withered)
On the table
Read the card
With a simple message
Signed with his name
And wept
And have been weeping ever since
Because I know now
How very little I mean to you
And how far the distance is between us
And how you'll never understand me
And how you'll never read this
And I must now take action
But not now.
No, not now
But later
Now...
I am still not done weeping.