Two Roses
I was once here
In this hollow room
Nine years ago.
Holding a simple rose
Parting from the one I love
By offering the rose
To the Lifeless body.
I only wish to restore life to this body
That suffocated from a single habit of craving.
I was only trying to heal
The heartbreaking beat
That came from my innocent soul
By hoping to not part ways from my uncle.
Now once again,
I am holding a simple rose.
Though one petal remains sour
While the vigorous red embraces the rest of the flower.
So, I pluck the flavorless petal
Left it by the lifeless body
Forgave all the tainted memories of misery
And cherished the life within them.
I was parting death, yet again
But this time there is no need for healing.
By simply walking out of this hollow room
through a single wooden door
I preserved the life of both the Rose
And the memories
Of the Body
That was once my father.