the roses.
The Roses.
clinging to the memory
of roses on a window.
that tape
proves stronger
than anything we had.
bonds forged with
trust, respect, and caring
just don't hold like they
used to.
You watch the petals wilt
A reminder of how
I wilt
Without you.
The roses have died
Now.
An ironic parallelism;
Your feelings for me.
I have no roses
Merely memory.
Heartache on paper.
Even this empty apartment
Reminds me.
Everything
Reminds me.
And so I become
like the roses
that graced your window.
Once beautiful, loved
Now wilted, broken, dead.
All that remains are stems
And thorns.
Walls have been built,
Again.