The Final Red, Red Rose Poem by Denis Martindale

He left a rose, then rose and left
To leave me all alone,
Downcast and feeling quite bereft,
My heart then turned to stone.
I read the note beside the rose,
As red as red could be...
Once we were friends, yet now we're foes,
So starts the enmity...

Divorce can bleed the wallet dry,
Take note, for that's the truth.
Divorce is when the insults fly
And strangers share the proof.
He took his clothes, he left a rose,
A token of the past...
And though so sad, the sorrow grows,
Though now we're free at last.

I never thought that this would come,
Perhaps I was naive...
Yet he betrayed me, now I'm numb
At things I could believe.
But I'll survive, I always do,
Although not quite the same.
His rose was red, my heart is blue,
Just like a dying flame...


Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2010.