Roses. They are for you.
With tears in my eyes I think of you.
I look at you.
You’re sleeping. So peaceful. So deep. Angelic. As a child.
Your voice. I didn’t hear you call me.
Your eyes. Blind. I’m going to miss their shine.
Your lips. For the last time, I want to kiss them. Now.
This farewell brings so much pain. I was not ready.
The time was running out. It will never come back.
Roses. I will put them down on your grave. Every day.
Oh, how I do love you.