The White Roses Died With You
She runs, but at every turn, there he is again
Invading her maze of shadows, private dreams
He corners her and mocks, “I knew you when…”
Beside his casket are her white wedding roses
Their scent chokes her as the coffin lid closes
He always laughs as the casket's lowered, pushing her to extremes
Young widow’s dreaded recital; she’s tried to shake it off
Blood has no time to dry in this repeating nightmare
Spinning in her mind’s carousel, his face grins as if to scoff
At last he fades; she casts white roses on his grave
Her hollow heart writhes in grief's tidal wave
She lives to dream again, knowing he’ll be there
*Written December 2530, 2018
For Lu Loo’s Rhyme Time 7 – Deep and Dark Poetry Contest
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