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By Stephen Date: 2001 Oct 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.23.06.28.24618]] |
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I stare at that flower. The one you pinned that faithful night. I don't know why I keep such things. Dusty white ribbon ready to break. It's laying there screaming now. Like a death cry faded away in black space. All it's become is just a shriveled nothingness. Leaving pink folded skins in it's wake. I stare there at that flower. The one still stabbed with an elegant pin. Blankly thinking of you in the dearest of night. Blue dress imprinted there, curly hair all alight. We danced to stay close there throughout the crowd. I felt comfort in the chaos, faded away by your smile. You were my angel with all mighty wings then. All merging through the high school years. I stare at that flower. It's like it needs me now when I needed you then. All dried up and ultimately wiser now. Forgetful of it's innocent youth back when. It still shows me a mirror to the past with you. The joyful times that we shared. I wish it possible to share those events once more...Over and over, again and again. But as I stare at that flower. I realize it's just the past, only memories in the end. It'll collect much more dust over the years. And it will be harder and harder for me at times to remember you then. But that dead rose will keep a fire flaming forever. To be constantly and always out of control. You drove me wild like blue lightning then. Sizzling the dance floor in your beautiful seductive ways. I needed all that you gave that wonderful faithful night, I did. Even your poor lovely flower, shriveled now away. |