They had me at goodbye.

They had me at goodbye

as they always seemed to die

slow like a rose

one day jubilant and alive

then like sleep goes the week

and it’s noticed that the rose

has died. But see, I kept them there

all wilted and decayed

brown and crumpled I’d debate

taking them to the trash

throwing them away, though

a rose in its youth is beautiful

so too is a rose left to dry.

So I pressed them between pages

and drew a pretty picture

poured ink from my memory

so that even in death

they’d remain

alive.

5 thoughts on “They had me at goodbye.”

As a lover of dried roses, I used to buy them just to dry them. I’ve written about it as well.. Beautifully done.

I love this. the words roll off the tongue so easily.

Sorry I took so long to check out your blog. Sometimes I get wrapped up in writing and forget to read.

I do this too, for far too long. Read my “Lonely”.

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