I still have your rose
The one I received in your funeral
I clench it in my wrist
And press it against my chest
The petals have fallen off
And the stem is frail and gray
Still I’ve kept it
In the loving memory of you
Watching it each day as I move on
I can’t go back to you
I’m missing from you
But I can always go back to the rose
And hold it tight
And smell the dead love from it
And smile,
As that’s what takes me to you.
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