My tears flattered

Red rose

My tears flattered her

for then she knew beyond my laughing my love is still—stillness.

I could have sung that song that she used to ask me to sing
(while she listened,eyes half closedremembering the future)
she always knew we would part…

But I chose other songs& wished to take the poison out
from where it made her tired.

She turned, her eyes avertedand for a moment
as her turning askedI almost kissed her.
(God how could she)

Then they came. Cleansing the dust of the pastwashing the eyes beyond my eyes,
bringing delicate memories like the scent of a fragile rose.