The tissue paper crinkles softly
As I wrap the dead, dried roses
What a stark contrast to how I feel
You gave them to me that night
That you asked me to be yours forever
I look at them and see such beauty
The tea stained petals
The stiff brown stems
I bet if you cut them they show green
For the love that is in them never dies
They are fragile, yet
To be handled with care
I pack them in a box labeled “Careful”
I lay them gently inside with my heart
I surround them in a bubble wrap of memories
They will always be with me
For even in one hundred years
When they turn to dust
We will both return to the earth
And bloom again
As I wrap the dead, dried roses
What a stark contrast to how I feel
You gave them to me that night
That you asked me to be yours forever
I look at them and see such beauty
The tea stained petals
The stiff brown stems
I bet if you cut them they show green
For the love that is in them never dies
They are fragile, yet
To be handled with care
I pack them in a box labeled “Careful”
I lay them gently inside with my heart
I surround them in a bubble wrap of memories
They will always be with me
For even in one hundred years
When they turn to dust
We will both return to the earth
And bloom again