Forget me not the roses whispered
when I woke up this morning lately.
Freshness waived away by one of the last
nights. Color pale and dry of what it was.
The name on the card blurred blue; washed by
sprayed water droplets of the petals.
Reminiscing the name an easy one but
blankness of morning chimed wanting glory.
On the vase thus roses vanity red
once now wither with memoirs of
Time it was full and glowing out of our