Elegy For A Fleeting Bloom Poem by Thomas McKelvey

Her scent still lingers,
like an accusing vine,

Wrapping itself mercilessly
around my heart,

Rose petals cover the floor,
blooming near her wrists

Lying in a garden of regret,
she is a tragic angel,

She took my world,
in a moment of despair

Now i sit with her pain,
trying to give it language



Consumed by the how,
searching for the why

Her memory like a sparrow,
watching me from the window

Too soon to flight,
too late to forgive