he walks down the lane
a single rose clasped within his palm
its petals soft and gentle
reminding him of his lover’s voice
a shift within as one memory
lifts upon another
his thumb caresses the velvet
though it were a cheek instead
her gentle laughter echos in his ear
her shy smiles, a healing touch
the way she pushed her face
into his palm when he reached for her
has all been fading away
he clings desperate
to her only remaining thread
he lifts the rose to his lips
notices the dewdrops upon the edges
how long had he been crying?
had he ever really stopped?
peering up, he realizes it’s autumn now
she left in the spring
he doesn’t remember daffodils
or the brutal summer heat
his heart grows heavy, weary
she slowly fades
and he understands now
he is fading away with her
tara caribou | ©2019-2021
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