My 2019 diary, page a tale that unfolds Of two roses, stories yet to be told.
This dead rose, once vibrant and red.
All its beauty, all fragrance fled.
Living in between pages for years, diffused memories of the journal that swept away my tears.
Thanked and loved for its beauty that day I promise this one is beyond beauty till day.
It once smelled scent, It now smells you Each promising petal, withered and sere begging more care of you.
The rose you gave lived somedays
The rose I have would live forever.
whispering those secrets
none of us remember.
(shhhhhhh)