black roses

black roses

Black roses at midnight

ashen in the moonlight

and the trail

from a snail

it glistens.

I could sit for hours

surrounded by these flowers

with you

only you

and listen.

The night't plays our song

in the silence and beyond

to the crypt

where we crept

and we kissed in.

Now I am sat alone

in the darkness by your stone

where I lied

when you died

my eyes misting.

Every day that drags on past

like this blade of grass

cut down

to ground

and twisted.

You should be with me

sitting melancholy

we belong

we were strong

I miss it.

By J. Barrett