Rose

You were the rose 

That crept up outside my window.

I didn't notice you at first 

But I looked down and there you were

Bright and beautiful

I couldn't look away 

Not even when you drooped

And wilted

Not even when your petals fell off

One by one.

After you disintegrated entirely

When everything 

Had fallen to the ground

I watched the spot

Where you first blossomed 

Waiting, hoping, praying 

That you would 

Appear once more 

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