One Day

A single rose was all I had
to give you. I thought
about tearing off the petals,
leaving a trace like Hansel
and Gretel, but you are so
comfortable - lying there -
and I didn't want to be
a bother; no one should.
Sanity. It's overrated.
So, I just left,
one day.

But when I come back
to see what bloomed,
to see if the decomposing parts
of your body were enough to
fertilize, to see if it withered,
to see if it died without my tears -
like you did,
like we did,
like everything does,
eventually,
I'll remember nothing lasts forever;
You told me that,
one day.

And, maybe this thorn will
become something beautiful -
one day.