roses in the wintertime ✓

temporary

roses were my favourite flower.

you gave me a red one every night you spent thinking about me. they never died, nor withered. they never lost their colour, or they beauty.

the day you left me,
i lay in bed with nothing
but you on my mind.

i turned to my side
and reached over to smell the flowers
one last time

but they were gone.

i came to learn
that your roses weren't real

you walked along the street
and handed one out to every girl
that sparked your interest.

you sat with them
on the sidewalk
and talked until
sundown.

then when she fell asleep,
her head in your lap,
and her lips parted slightly,
you would take the rose
and kiss her forehead
to leave a burning reminder
of your temporary love.

kylie szenski