The Felt Rose

A little more than a trifle

A sign of love and amor

A small token of thought

A fabricated show of life

A plastic toy

A sign of fake reality

A remembrance of our parting

A memory of what is gone

A symbol of what is lost

A memory of your infidelity

Of the day you turned away

And left me alone to weep

A token of that day

When you walked away

And closed the door in my face

I take it

But not from you

And keep it next to your memory

To remember always

What I may never have again