I'll just take the flowers.

You come to me after ten years of abstinence. Asking
Can you be my special friend once again?
You dare to ask when I gave freely, of my
Love and of my body.

Cheating on my husband and my lovers because
You were my first lover and in my eyes
I belonged to you, my virginity
Given first to you.

We are not so young now and the sap rises slowly.
Would you try to rekindle dead wood
Where once there was fire
Now spent ashes of desire.

Rather be a friend to my loneliness and, if not
Take up your spent dreams and offer them
To someone else who knows you not
And has no illusions.

I want nothing from you except for the respect
Of one who loved you long and well.
Failing that, I want nothing,
Except the flowers.