Empty Vase

I remember You would

Take me Out at night

and all would

seems right.

At dusk, when

the sun was about to

take it’s rest, you would

tell me, “good night.” Everyday

you gave me brightly colored roses,

and yet the petals would still fall. Trying

to protect it, I put them in a glass vase to

set them apart from all. The roses turned

White, and slowly began to decay. You

tried to paint over them to make it seem

like everything was okay. But you and

I both knew that our love was fading

as the petals fell away.