Forever

Forever.
Written 18 September 2009 at 1:35 a.m.

Dusty rose petals,
A promise of forever.
What is forever?
The unmade bed,
The tattered dress.
The dried roses,
Still red,
In their crystal vase
On the marble mantle.
What is forever?
A faded photograph
A yellow letter,
The ghost of a kiss.
What is forever?
She sleeps in an empty bed,
She walks in empty halls,
She holds in her hands
The yellow letters,
Filled with empty words.
She sees the dusty petals,
Falling from the still-red roses,
And she thinks aloud,
To the empty rooms,
To the empty air,
This is forever.