she had never felt her skin so dead
and he had always felt a breeze
where they stood was side by side
underneath the shaded trees
she turned to him, his eyes arose
like pearls just from the shore
it stung her heart, it ripped out his
left blood all over the floor
she started to stitch but he pushed her away
his tears then began to drip
God put His hand over his chest
and mended solid his rip
time then came for the burial
the casket in front of their eyes
before they laid down the roses
he smudged her lipstick as part of goodbye
now they stood backs to each other
as he went to go walk away
leaving his dead roses beside her
so she could put them on the grave
she stared so softly into the roses
only to see beaten ash
too shallow for her to encompass
too dead for her to get back
after a few steps of his walking
he came upon a new rose
deeper than eyes can remember
he looked up and there was a glow
her eyes could encompass his longing
he walked and grabbed her hand
the other girl with dead roses
was too weakened to stand
as they walked off into sunset
she let tears fall under the moon
putting her hand on her chest
to cover the stitch of her wound