Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone

I went for a walk today

while strolling along

a single red rose caught my eye

as it stood ablaze in the sunlight

It reminded me of your room

how there were always roses

In the vase on your window ledge

I noticed a bee busily buzzing

around the rose

I told him you were gone

soon after he flew away

and left me alone with my thoughts again

What did red mean for us?

Was it love? because I never felt loved more put up with

Was it anger? because I could never, would never be the person you wanted me to be

The truth is

I saw red long before you left

but I paid no head to the warning

By Ellen M.

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