Flowers

So The other day I was walking,
I passed a store.
The store was selling flowers.
I decided to buy you the flowers.
They reminded me of you,
Sweet and simple life that will someday end.
I've spent days dreaming of the ways I would deliver my gift to you.
The scene is on repeat in my mind,
your reaction,
my embarrassing enjoyment
anything to please you.
The days went by,
I finally stopped dreaming.
The once promising gift,
is now wilted.
Does the thought count?
Because the opportunity is now extinct.