the roses.

I left the roses.
The ones he gave me,
the ones that outlived you,
in the vase
on the table.
I left the roses.
In their pink-orange hues,
in their sunset tribute,
in the vase
on the table.
I left the roses.
I watched them shrivel,
I watched them die,
in the ways
I could not watch you.
I left the roses
in the vase
on the table
For you my love,
For you.