Dead Flowers

I received dead flowers one day,
"Not again," I prayed.
The card was blank,
This had to be a prank.

The tears came very quick,
Was it some sort of evil trick.
I called my friends, Mom too,
As the fear inside me grew.

They all claimed to know nothing,
Upon closer look, I found a keychain.
I didn't understand, why send this to me?
What does it go to, what would I see?

I had searched high and low,
But nobody seemed to know.
I said again, "Why send this to me?"
To this day, it remains a mystery.