This is a beautiful place,
full of love and memories;
To some it’s uncomfortable, to me...I love the space.

The colors, here, are so bold;
the flowers, marble, and granite-
Things which come when it’s time...regardless of how old.

It’s so quiet in this empty garden
even though it’s filled with people;
Such places can drive you crazy...make a heart harden.

It can be weeks since the rain,
but when I walk through this gate
The ground always seems soaked...tears of pain.

I sit here, silently by her side;
the tears fall and the rose shakes
In my hand, I can finally let it go here...I don’t have to hide.

All the things you didn’t see me do;
I’m graduating but I still write sloppy, I
Still can’t “spel” and the dreams come every night...I wish I’d gone to.

I’m leaving so I’ll do this stupid thing now;
crying I’ll catch all these tears in this rose, fill it
Up, then lay it here and walk away hoping...please find her somehow.

I wish I was up there so I could see this;
a young boy sitting alone with a rose full of
Tears; tears for the love, a rose for the memory...someone he’ll always miss.