For No Particular Reason

Her day
Had started badly,
And gotten
Progressively worse.

Before she left
Her apartment,
Nothing fell into place.

Her hair
Didn’t cooperate
And the cat decided
That was a good time
To get sick
On the carpet.

The traffic
En route
Her office,
Was abysmal.

Then stepping out
Of her car,
She broke a heel
On her favorite pair
Of pumps.

And once at her desk,
Finally,
Her boss,

The ass,

Was chiding her
For that damned
Report…

Eternally,
Late,
In his lackluster mind.

Nothing else
Mattered now,
To her,
Other than
Making it to the
End of this hellish day.

So it was with trepidation
When she saw
An email from
The receptionist
A few hours later…

Asking her to come
To the lobby.

But instead
Of bad news
When she
Arrived at the front desk,
The receptionist pointed
Her toward
A recent delivery.

And then there…

There on the receptionist’s desk,
Was an enormous,

Glorious,

Spectacular vase
Of exquisite flowers.

To hear
The Receptionist say,
“These are for you”
Took her,
To a perfect place.

No bad hair,
No broken heels,
No asinine bosses…

Just,
Another beautiful,
Peaceful,
Perfect place.

When she finally summoned the strength
To open the card attached…

Her heart flooded
With emotion,

And her eyes filled
With tears.

The words there
Were nothing special
In and of themselves,

But to her,
They were everything.

“If you wonder why
I sent you these flowers”

Her boyfriend had written,

“Well, I guess there’s
No particular reason”

“No particular reason,
Other than…

I love you.”

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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