don’t let all i do be about her
we all have a past,
it’s passed

i know how rejection feels
and the pangs of an unhealed wound
and a skin still sorely scarred

now you prick your finger on nothing
the thorns in the roses are gone
i cut them away, with precision

my thoughts are wrapped up in you
spilling onto the page
hidden in hundreds of words

don’t let her be the ghost
that walks through our rooms
shattering dreams

the vase in the house is full
with flowers of many seasons
picked and arranged for you

she was only a daisy,
crushed under your foot,
never a full blown rose