Sparks in the Dark

The Rose-II

I give it to him;

and convince myself that behind his mere nod,

he is delighted as ever;

he'll keep the rose as his god.

Turn on my heels as I do,

and start to go away;

Something in me says he'll wave goodbye,

and his lips will twitch up in a heartfelt smile.

Far a mile,

Rejoicing silently, I look back;

to a scene that makes me wail.

My eyes deny what they see;

He gifts the rose to another girl,

on bended knee.