It was a moment
caught in time.
A second filled with desperate joy.
Truth placed
with muffled silence
and agonizing despair.
His dark horse
sat waiting.
We both knew there
would be no return.
No escape backward
only forward.
Tears reflected
our lives paused forever.
I asked God
where is your heart?
There was no one
to hear, no one to answer.
He picked me my last rose
I took it from his hand.
Maimed in spirit and heart
forever.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“The rose lies pressed between the pages of an old book and every once in awhile I will open it and the floating fragrance takes me back to that exact moment… love has never failed but only the lovers have”…Es-tee
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