there goes gravity

“wild flowers” she said.
they were weeds.
“from a secret admirer.”
I could see where this was going already.
“how do you know?” I asked.
“there was a note.”
“can I see it?”
“why? are you jealous?”
“should I be jealous?”

she paused to smell them, inhaling deeply as if they were the most fragrant roses ever to grace the planet. then she tossed them into the river.

“they were from you.”