Love's Last Departure

Sentimental fool

who saves old bouquets

reminders of love's last departure

dusty roses hung upside-down to dry

baby's breath

gathered in scarlet ribbon

stiff,

easily snapped in half

like me...

folded pink petals

rigid,

indifferent to sunshine's passion

or fat fuzziness of bees, hovering

buzzing a love song

laced with honey making prowess...

stiff stemmed

I wait for you

yet,

induced formalness,

hurt's disclosure

has made a proper woman of me

soul folded, legs crossed

hair gathered, held in place

by the scarlet ribbon

of sensibility.

© 5/19/00

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The Sigh of a Rose

Broken...my heart

and it made not a sound

no screams, or echoes

or thuds in the night

Quiet it was

as the sigh of a rose

when my tears fell

like rain

on our dreams

Broken our vows

no smashing or tinkling

silent the shatter

that cuts like a knife

Broken the trust

no snapping or crunching

mute were the words

that you failed to say

Broken the love

no cracking or bursting

only the flutter of hope's

wounded wings.

©7/19/00

January Grey

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