Holy Roses


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.

 

 

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