Warm Tears Fell On My Roses
I sat alone waiting for Debbie;
a table was reserved
in the third row
facing the cheerful street,
where vendors
sold roses to happy lovers
who wished me,
" Happy Valentine! "
All the other tables were taken,
one was left half-empty;
strange looks I got from everyone...
they were puzzled, " who is he waiting for? "
Then, warm tear fell on my roses.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
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