Rose (En)

VI. "don't forget me" (END)

I woke up in the morning, alone in this room, it was less bright without Rose inside. I firslty believed it was a dream, the one from which we won't never wake up. And then I noticed in a corner her forgotten pretty shoes, Rose's ; this dream was real, and it kept being so. She had probably left in the night to join the guests, she should have told them that I was sick or tired to justify my absence, and then she had slept by the side of her dear husband, who didn't suspect anything. But at this moment I wasn't thinking about it, I didn't care about what she could have invented to hide our secret. The only thing which was filling my mind, was exactly this secret which linked both of us, a wonderful secret.

My luggage was packed. At noon, I was leaving to the station with Rose, alone. Once again she was ahead, her heels were still flapping against the paving, her pace was hurried. She seemed worried or lost in her thoughts. Then we stopped, and as when I arrived, it started to snow, but this time, I was leaving. I looked at Rose, again, and never it would get me bored. Snowflakes landed on her hair. She gently took my hands, and came closer to my cheek and kissed it, as would do a kind friend for the farewell time. Atleast, it was what we suggested, because both of us knew well what it was really about.

"Don't forget me." she whispered at my ear.

We enjoyed this last time to gaze each other. I plunged my eyes into hers, as to see in the depths of her mind, so I would never forget her. Because never, never I would have allowed myself to do so. I haven't the first time, and I will never forget her, Rose, her blue eyes, and her shy smile.

The dew drops kissed the blushing rose
The mournful winds did sigh

The train came. And without turning over Rose I walked into the wagon, dragging my suitcase behind me. It was only through the glass that I looked at her a last time. Her, and all this scenery around her started to move to one side, until disappearing from the frame of the window. All of this made me feel like she was leaving me, but I was, we were. She was stood up still on the platform, with the same gaze, the same look, as the first time we separated at the station, four years ago. Then I asked myself how many years will go by before I could see her again.

One word broke nature's sweet repose
That sad word was goodbye

Rose, she was idealized, she was a model, she knew how to be loved and desired. But her own feelings, her own emotions were loosing her. She was herself confused, and I was well aware of that. Although I regret nothing, whatever keeps the destiny for me, because Rose regretted nothing, she took things as they came, sometimes clumsily, but no one is perfect, not even Rose.

Thus, while I was going away a bit more, I was thinking back of her. The eyes closed, the necklace she offered me around the neck, I was seeing ourselves dancing in her livingroom. And I was leaving, with this tune on which we had danced, this song which hadn't stopped to play in my head from my waking this morning. It had followed me on the way to the station, until I went in the train, and it stopped here, on this scene, this memory : Rose, me, dancing.

Oh, tell me that you love me yet
For, oh, this parting gives me pain
Please tell me that you'll not forget
For we may never meet again

Video: "Tell me that you love me", song by the Carter Family (A.P., Sara, and Maybelle Carter) recorded during the 1930s