Mar 16 2010
Wilting Rose –
She stands at the altar
Dress billowing in the wind
She feels the nerves inside her
And looks down at the single rose in her hand
A red rose
She waits there patiently, herself the minister
And the rose,
He will come …
She looks down again and watches the petals
They move gently in the breeze
Deep in thought
His face burnt into her mind
He will come
The rose begins to wilt
Petals slowly dropping
She’s waited
The last petal falls
He didn’t come –
Lily