my poem no. 10

Today I got a flower
And it made me think of you
Like every day something does
I wanted to throw it away
But then started to pretend - on my way home in night tram - that it was from my lover

I even touched the blossom

When I came home I stripped naked
To lay under the duvet only in panties
(It felt appropriate)
And I wrote this poem without metaphores and figures

I wrote it so you know