poetry

Jagged Rose Petals

You see those jagged

rose petals

you hold in your hand

every night

hoping that the

rose would bloom again,

those same jagged petals.

 

Why don’t you ask

it to sing

something sugar

sweet,

honey bees

and quiet daydreams?

 

That rose will never

bloom again.

For you forgot

to water

her and

open the blinds.

Can she sing

as sweetly as before?

 

Days and days

will pass and

your quaint pot

of daisies

and lilies

will wither away.

 

You haven’t been home.

 

Where were you

when they uttered

their last breath?

 

Now you hold

those jagged rose petals

within your hand

and wonder

how long has

it been.

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