ROSES
I want to hold on
To your beauty
But I am drowning.
The self-doubt overwhelming
Can we pretend to not know
The history I come from
I want to share your
Time and photographs
But you're smiling
To another. And I think
That this is the way
In which this should have happened
I want to walk with you
Each step into the future
But we're growing old
Apart. I want to give you
A crown of roses
But you do not want
The thorns
And the garden is flowering
With all the flowers you discarded
Affectively, as the birds fly
And love spreads quietly
From this rejected heart
Lover, though you're heartless
It is my love that tells me
To wish you well. I hope
You may be in springtime
That you, who whisked away
The beauty of these flowers
May blossom too, as the roses
Growing blackly in the shadow
In this garden of our past