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Rose Garden Part 2
My roses have died it seems and I appear to not be able to care. In a way, that alarms me more then their actual death. I watched them die, would pass them every day, saying to myself, I need to water them, give them love and attention. But then my fickle heart would run off on another tangent, solving some seeming more important problem, leaving my roses, to wither from disregard, the lies I told them, and the loving care I withheld. Yet, much like you to me, I can not seem to care that I have neglected them to death.
