The girl stood staring
as if frozen in time
unaware of the rain streaming down her face
and the lack of sunshine…
She gazed at the flowers, once a scarlet red,
now blackened, dried out, having long been dead.
She knew that the longer she kept them
the blacker they would become.
No amount of wishing or hoping would restore the life now gone.
She knew, she had held onto the memories long enough.
What was once there is now gone.
Then, down she laid them as she turned to go.
There they lie on this cold winters morn;
blackened roses, to be swept away by the rain,
to be remembered no more.