A rose. A lament. A past.

- He had brought to you his final flower

    Final flower picked from my garden


    All red like a stained white linen with 


        Or red wine


        A rose.


- You had written several sad letters 

    Sad letters too painful to read


    Everything described with harrowing


        And brutality


        A lament.


- The little lovely private bubble burst all onto the horrible real

    The horrible real world from which we were so far!


    All that special dust and, love


        Or lost


        A past.