A Rose

 A ROSE

You rose against a stone wall,

abloom to all.  

You stood out 

more resplendent, 

more resilient, 

even in the darkest hours.

You were the light 

that warmed the cold, 

grey barrier.

And so, I knew,

I had to bring you into my life.

I knew I'd be the better.

That was years ago.

And now, 

how wonderful is the fragrance 

of that distant memory,

summoned to bloom anew, 

each day,

when I think of you,

here, beside me.

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Bittersweet

 BITTERSWEET 

This time of year

the nights grow longer

and the days shorter.

It is the season of my birth,

and I feel as if I should be going home.

But I just can't arrive.

It is in a faraway land,

and it is further away 

in another time.

Bittersweet are those memories 

of persons, places and things

that can never be, ever again,

in this world.

C'est la vie.

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