This gifted rose,
it's yellowness fading.
Advanced
willingly at whim,
from a hospital's
garden,
in favour of
platonic love,
amid a noiseless
sea of sympathy,
cigarette smoke
& good regard.
Its hue now
that of sickly skin,
damaged curtains,
and aging walls,
running
throughout these
halls.
Committed
despite deterioration;
for vibrancy,
if begotten, can still be
captured,
new light willing
always able to be shed.
