I never gave you a bouquet.

And if I told you now,

"That's alright," you'd say.

I never gave you a diamond ring.

But if I saw you now,

you'd wear a wedding ring,

because you're married to another guy.

But when I missed you then,

I used to cry.

And does he love you now,

like I did, too?

Tell me now, is your love so true?

A lot of things

I wished I'd done.

But letting you go wasn't one.

But one little thing I do regret

that I thought of today –

I never gave you a bouquet.

Poem and Illustrations Copyright © 2024 by Michael DeFrancesco