With the way things worked out this part is super small. I suppose I could have made the previous one smaller to allow this one to have more words but that would have cut it in a odd place. I played with the formatting of what was the final paragraph, because why not.
-Rose B.
Red Roses
final
Now, I'm here under the thriving roses, watching you plant pansies in the new girl. So she was just fertilizer to you after all. I can't feel her yet like I feel the others. They have become too consumed by the flowers to remember much at all, but I wonder how much she'll remember.
Will anyone miss her like they miss me? You played the role of a grieving boyfriend well.
Did you find it ironic when your sister consoled you next to my roses?
Were some of your sobs full of laughter when she promised to find me?
I wonder...did you actually care for me?
What were the lies?
How much is true?
You sit next to my roses on moon lit nights but you never say a word.
You speak to me during the day so why not at night?
Is there something that holds your tongue?
Do you realize...
I can sill hear you?
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