I placed the roses
where you would see them first
And watched the door.
Steps in the hall
Deep breath.  Anticipation.
It was not you.
I turned and walked away.
I gave them  some water the next day
Hoping to keep them fresh for when
You came back.
Your love filling the room
So quiet, so empty.
I turned and looked away.
I went about my ways
Did not think  about them
Saw them days later
Bright red turned to brown.
Pulled them from the vase
Put them between two pages
IN REMEMBRANCE
I turned and let the tears fall