I opened my eyes this morning,
I searched around my space,
I crept out of bed so willingly,
Today was going to be different.
Leaning against the window ledge,
I closed my eyes and took in this morning scent,
It overwhelmed my senses and created a fantasy place,
Today was going to be different.
There in the middle of the garden,
Like a proud peacock with all it’s splendor,
It blocked out all the beauty around it,
Today was going to be different.
I paused in my glance, reminiscing a sweet something,
Almost five years ago, yet today seemed like that very same day,
The entirety of this beauty became so overpowering,
Today was going to be different.
I had to go into the garden now, barefoot and alone,
I wanted to feel the delicateness and moist dew on it’s redness,
I longed to be with the one I loved in this time of my grief,
Today was going to be different.
We opened up world’s of poetic love,
We created dreams in such variety,
We loved beyond love,
Today was going to be different.
Reaching forward and with utmost care,
I clenched the stem and broke it’s beauty free,
It was all mine for the keeping, the same words he used to say to me,
Today was going to be different.
A scarlet red rose so elegant and petite,
The perfect memoir of my childhood romance,
The gift of true love gifted by nature itself,
Today was different.
My love had come back to me in a comfort,
A rose among the bitter pricks of reality,
A finality of everlasting love,
Today was different..
