A rose appeared upon the quiet glass
Its outline trembling as the moments pass
Your smile reflected through the candle’s sway
Soft as the whisper of a fading day
Petals held stories you forgot to speak
Letters of longing written soft and meek
I traced the bloom as though it held the key
To all the tenderness you left in me
The moon leaned low to polish every thorn
Turning each sorrow into something worn
Your silent love—unspoken undefined—
Still lingers warm along the edge of mine
The rose will fade when morning steals the light
Yet love remains beyond the touch of night
A small reminder pressed against the pane:
Hearts find their way through fragile things that wane