“What a beautiful rose”

I whisper to nobody and grab the stem with my bare hands.

The thorns dig into my skin.

Red scarlet love drips to the ground.

I squeeze harder, smelling the sweet flowery scent.

More love drips, feeding the young roses below.

The thirsty roots drink my fuzzy feelings,

The roses growing taller with each droplet.

Waiting to be picked by another loving bystander,

And feed on the love once again.