The flowers died on Monday

The flowers died on Monday The ones that’s showed up at my door I say that I love you “I’ll always love you more” We sit and watch my favorite show “You spoiled it, I already know” We say goodnight and go to bed “Without you I’m filled with dread” We wake up and go to work “When I come home I’ll read your work” I get home, I wait and I wait I’m still alone, it’s half past eight. The flowers died on Monday You died two weeks before.