Bouquet (Notevember 2022, #6)

A courier knocked and said “these are for you”
And gave me a bushel of flowers
Addressed from that guy who, on date number two
Had talked of “our” life plans for hours
He winked when he asked me where we should go next
But I said that I had to sleep
I sent a polite “this won’t work out” by text
And hoped I’d get get rid of the creep
But he kept on calling until he was blocked
Then still wouldn’t leave me in peace
Now I double-check that my front door is locked
I should have involved the police
And now I am thinking “just toss the damn note”
But find myself checking to see what he wrote
In scarlet calligraphy, by fountain pen
“My darling, I can’t wait to SEE YOU again”