Flowers at my doorstep

He left me flowers at my doorstep, 
Everyday for seven years, 
As they bloomed, 
My heart blossomed with love for him.
Their sweet scent filled each room and wafted through the house, 
Everywhere I’d look there would be a reminder of him, 
A reminder of his promise, 
A reminder of his smile, 
A reminder of his love.
But just as flowers bloom, 
They just as soon wilt away, 
Slowly decaying, 
Losing their scent, 
Their colour, 
Their smile. 
Just as he lost his. 
The flowers came with so much promise, 
But left with so much pain. 
Dead flowers filled each room,
Greying petals infesting the floors, 
Until their passion was lost completely. 
Each dead petal a promise left unfulfilled, 
Every dead flower a reminder of a love lost, 
Every thorn a reminder of the pain he caused. 
The doorstep is left empty.