But he gave me daffodils

I argue for the second time

Sitting a bed, half empty

After days of sleepless nights

He left them on my old doorstep

And I kissed the old him on the cheek

And we danced in our old parlor

To songs too old now to repeat

And what about those letters

That he used to leave by my bed

He used words like pulchritudinous

Just so they'd stay in my head

And how about the late nights

That we spent under starless skies

Talking about the future

Like the present was our starting line

He's still the hands that held me

And the voice that said ‘I do’

He's still the words he promised me

Even when those words fell through

Still my chest continues to ache,

As my heart tries not to break

Cracked, but the halves plead still

But he gave you daffodils