A box of Rose Petals sits under my bed,
I can smell their sweet scents,
when I lay down my head,
They remind of times before,
and how we were really good friends,
I never would have thought,
that those times would end,
But one day you were gone,
and I felt so alone,
But you are in Heaven now,
like the other angels,
youve flown home.
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A terribly tragic tale told with great poignancy and restraint. jim