The Rose Poem by Kasi Navadomskis

The rose was left there... no sign as to who it is from....
the pieces of my heart are broken...from the goodbye
that i had forced myself to say....
and now this rose i have here....it is so pretty but its
slowly withering away...
i dont know how to go on day by day anymore...
what do i say to people when they ask me their questions? ? ?
i dont know but i do know that i have here this beautiful, red rose
and it is slowly dieing like my heart...slowly dieing from being left alone...