A single pink rose with it’s delicate
Fabric petals
Sitting on a table in front of something about
You
Written and framed in fake gold
The only thing I have left of you
When you left I had
Nothing
When you left it was
Silently
Into the night
I think I remember seeing you
Disappear
As if you were made of vapor
You passed gently from me
But the loss
Shot into my heart
Scarring my soul