Lost Love Poem by Richard Cowan Burton

It’s a perfectly early winter day

And I find myself buying roses for a woman

That I am no longer with—physically

On the way home I tend to buy roses

And keep them close to my quivering heart

Just as her fragrance used to whisper in my ear

Now it lingers near the right side of the bed

I was never afraid of love until I met her

I was a man with unyielding confidence

We emerged from the subway of separation

Love between us somehow slipped into silence

Glowing as a soft flower carved in my heart