Cathy Poem by rita bitar

May,1999.
Lovely morning,
Roses blowing.
The light touched my skin,
Its hands on my face,
and so warming.
Candle was still needed,
Regards to slip on the road,
You're watched that's for sure.
Roses turned red,
My skin started paling,
The air was yelling and shouting,
But sadly I was deaf.
We were three on the road,
One of us disappeared,
The other was weak.
So we split.
You turned dark and I stayed pale,
Nevertheless, black and white couldn't be friends.
I had to crash,
You saw me,
Understood what you saw,
Turned your eyes away,
And walked the way home.
But darling you're watched.
Regards, Cathy.