A Rose

Written by Jonathan Kraft in Fall 1993 (Jonathan is 13)

I had a rose
which withered and died
but I kept it around
Simply inside

It was a love

that had ended
without a pain
that would have to be mended.

Then the love returned
but only for her
“What should I do?”
I was very unsure.
I looked inside
and inside said no

So I told her
it was time to let go.

But when I was inside
I saw another thing too
a rose left in me
but for who
She was now gone
so the rose was removed
but it was not dead,
and it was re-used.

It was planted in the ground
as part of a friendship.

It was no longer in a vase
no longer allowed to tip.

In that rose
is something from me to her
it shows what we are now
not what we were.