She sits alone holding an old red rose in her hands
It's the red rose he gave her, the one with ribbon tied to it with a note that said, 'I love you'
She sits alone in despair and in heartache waiting, hoping that he'll show
She's recalling the day he gave her the rose and promised her he'd always love her
And as she waits apathetically bathing in the sun shes numb with pain, cold and dead inside
She smiles and softly whispers, 'I'm sorry' to the tree she's sitting beneath
She's sitting beneath that very same tree where they first kissed, where they first fell in love
She's been waiting for hours, yet he still hasn't come
Perhaps this was a mistake? ... she wonders
As she gets up to leave the place full of memories, the place she longed for him to be
She softly whispers before going, 'I still love you, I always have, goodbye.'
And as she gets up to go, she leaves the old red rose at the tree, just as she also leaves her heart behind and the memories attached
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem