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A Single Red Rose 

I remember once,
a very long time ago,
you loved me unconditionally.

On the night
that we first met
you looked deeply into me.

You saw something
in me that I
had never seen.

The next time that
we met, you gave me
a single red rose.

You told me that
it was a symbol of
your everlasting love.

You told me to take
it home and hang it
so that it would dry,

That even in death
the dried rose was
alive with beauty.

Now, years later
as I look at my
rose, I wonder...

Why couldn't be true?
a rose may be a sign
of undying beauty,

my love...
you left...


Crystal Middlemas