Red Rose in the Rain

Red Rose in the Rain

The red rose bends beneath the rain

its petals whisper of silent pain

I hold it close yet feel the cold

a memory that will not unfold

Its color burns but cannot stay

a fleeting ache that will not sway

I speak its name and hear no sound

just empty shadows all around

I traced the edges of its bloom

and felt the echo of a room

where laughter once would softly fall

now silence answers every call

The thorns are sharp against my hand

reminders I cannot withstand

they prick my skin as if to say

love leaves its mark and will not stray

I press it to my chest in vain

its fragrance mingles with the rain

I weep for what I cannot keep

for dreams that wander, wake, then sleep

The red rose fades beneath my eyes

a beauty bound to slow demise

I fold my grief within my palms

and whisper still of vanished calms

The wind takes petals down the street

their softness crushed beneath my feet

I bend to catch them one by one

yet every grasp comes undone

I hear the rustle of the leaves

like whispered secrets no one believes

each step I take feels cold and slow

a path I wander, none to show

The sky has emptied all its blue

replaced with gray that chills me through

I clutch the rose against my chest

and feel the ache I cannot rest

The scent still lingers, faint and sweet

a ghost of warmth beneath defeat

I speak aloud but none reply

my voice dissolves into the sky

The red of life, it fades to black

and time will never give it back

I watch the petals drift away

as sorrow settles, here to stay

I fold the remnants in my hand

a fading echo of the land

and know the rose will die in me

yet in its death I still can see