A single red rose left upon a weathered grave
petals soft as snow, now all that remains of us
our secret entanglement, now hidden deep in my soul
and whispers of love long lost, still lingering in the cold wind
the years pass quietly, yet my memories never fade
they wander through the twilight hours
and linger beneath the moonlit skies
I carry them carefully in my heart, like fragile treasures
too precious to abandon, yet too painful to fully embrace
the wind whispers your name
through the branches of sleeping trees
and for a fleeting moment the distance between us disappears
all the love we never spoke aloud
still blooming silently within me
a single red rose, left upon a weathered grave
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 