By ~L~
Date: 31 October 1999

Roses for Michael

Michael,
I stopped to smell the roses on my way to work today, and i thought
of how you used to love how rose petals felt against your chest...
i remember tickling you with white roses on your 17th birthday...
you looked so happy that day, and i remember you pulling me aside 
after your party and told me you wanted me there on your 90th birthday...
and you made me promise to bring you white roses even then...well i 
promised to be there...i wish i had made you make the same promise...
but that damn drunk took you away from me before i could...and now the
only roses i can give you will be on your grave...but please promise me
you'll look down and see your roses from time to time...promise?
I'll love you always,
~L~