Holes in my body
Sorrow, they let it out well
Holy roses before me
Memories that sit with me on the pew
Imagination desires more than flashbacks
Close my eyes, to relive what isn’t
Open them, to grief that envelopes
Holy roses, he left me.
The piercing ache of needing
Needing him, he that is no more
Holy roses mourn with me
Memories as petals, what difference?
Holy roses, that steal joy
Shall I send them to his grave?
They and I, there we will mourn
Holy roses I clasp onto, that won’t bring him back.