You hold me
Close as you can
I suppose
I still feel
A million miles
From nowhere
Near you
I can hear you
Hear you hear
Your heartbeat
I hold a rose exposed
By the thorns
The sting of beauty
Leaving
A mark where I close
And open
My fingers
And dare to linger
In hope
You hang
By your own rope
And I can’t save you
From yourself
To execute
My love
For yours
I lay this flower
At your feet
One day
I’ll laugh again
For hours
Somehow
Someone else
Will bring me flowers
I can keep
But today
I weep
© 2022 Julie Flanders
April is Poetry Month Day 21
Image by: Gaspar Uhas
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