Blackened ashes

 

Blackened ashes

of remembrance,

a smouldering

charred shadow

of romance. Kisses

of recognition,

flicker swiftly

across my vision.

The rose I once held

in the palms of my hands,

now sits, flame licked

on the burned, parched lands.

 

The rose

I held, tells tales

of lovers glory.

Charred hearts sit

in heat raved misery,

statuesque remnants

of failed history.

Grotesque reminders

twisted in reckless mimicry,

if the winds change

they will stick that way.

 

My burning heart

once beat

one half of my story,

now it is becoming

embers drifting apart.

A faded page,

which no one will remember,

as nobody is left to read

the words it imparts.

 

The rose I once held.

Swayed with such

delicate beauty.

So much passion

in every rippled petal,

in every firebrand

shade of red,

like the blood pooled

on my fingertips,

worn down and ripped

from sharpened angry thorns,

so deeply embedded.

 

The rose I once held,

the scent that holds

you forever in my head.

I see you when I breathe it deep,

I see you draped like satin sheets

on an unmade bed.

I see you when I breathe it in.

My mind full of your

soft supple skin.

My lungs full of the warmth

and loving heat you used to bring.

 

 

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