The Moment

each long stem rose passed from your hand to mine,
i threw into the vase like dirty laundry in the wash,
and i continually saw them wither and die,
as your eyes grew weary from the decrepit drooping flowers.

i caressed you. it is okay i would whisper, while thinking
in my head about the dinner that was to come, your treat.
i kissed your cheek with my dry, chapped lips,
which you claimed gave your supernatural abilities.
i would just ignore your crazy talk, and smile,
thinking of the steak i was to receive, free of charge.

every hour you would tell me how your smile stretched your face
and that my fingers were the ones that pushed it.
so i sat with open arms to welcome your gentle touch
that gave me warmth in the cold chills of the night,
since the fireplace stopped working.

and now, without warning of occurrence, the roses
began to flourish, and my vase could no longer contain them.
your smile and eyes brightened my gloomy world that was,
and brought light to a dark moon night.
i shall capture that shine in the vase with my roses
and carry it with me throughout the rest of my life