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 

        Blood 

        Or red wine

        

        A rose.

 

- You had written several sad letters 

    Sad letters too painful to read

 

    Everything described with harrowing

        Truth

        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

        Gone

        Or lost

 

        A past.