Flowers

The flowers kept coming for exactly fifty days until the middle of a miserable night she came dripping on his door step, and a few unlayerings later into his home, their lips pressed together. She did not know whether to stay or to go in the morning but he knew he woke up without her. And as she watched swift light poles pass by in the crisp morning bus commute she had wondered what she had really done. She wanted to go back a thousand times but had he figured her out?