thanks for the roses

Thank you for the roses
They were purple
As always . . .
And the sentiment was sweet
But you should know
Now, my favorite color is pink;
Purple makes me think of you.
I dreampt of you the night I got them,
Of the day you’ll come to see me
You were so charming
And familiar . . .
We sat at our favorite restaurant
In the back corner booth
And our hands held each other
Across the table
And you loved my hair
(Its never been this long before)
And you couldn’t quit telling me
That I was beautiful
And I ordered soup
And you ordered chicken
And I ate half of yours
And you ate half of mine
And afterwards we drove to your hotel
And fell asleep in each other’s arms
But I woke up at four in the morning
Thinking you were someone else
So I left you a lipstick note
On hotel stationary
“I’m sorry” in the place of my head
That laid upon your chest
And I wouldn’t return your calls
And I wouldn’t come to the door
And you finally quit trying
When you turned over my note
And you saw with teary eyes
“P.S. I never meant to hurt you
But you know what they say
What goes around comes around . . .
And Darling,
isn’t payback such a bitch?
Thanks for the roses.”