Knowing you would be
coming back to my place
I bestrewed our bed
with red
rose
petals
dozens & dozens of roses
petal upon petal until
it appeared
like something out of a fairy tale.
***
That night we broke up
& I couldn't sleep
(slept on the floor
all week)
only changing the sheets
when the roses didn't smell like roses
no more.
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