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Updated: Mar 28, 2021

The rose you gave me

Years ago

Still lives within our room

Its petals dry

Collecting dust

A ghostly little bloom

But every time

It meets my eyes

The energies renew

Love glows

And I feel grateful

To be alive with you


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