now a single rose
is set upon the table,
not as a present
nor as an apology,
but out of impulse,
reminded of what days are,
and what nights have been,
because she dwells in this house
and as a symbol
of what i can’t say enough
now a single rose
is set upon the table,
not as a present
nor as an apology,
but out of impulse,
reminded of what days are,
and what nights have been,
because she dwells in this house
and as a symbol
of what i can’t say enough