Rose

By Olivia DB

Her name was Rose, born in the snow

She used to cry on dew-laden grass

She lit my life with a halogen glow

Now I cut my feet on broken glass

In Florida sitting on white resort stairs

You’re the friend she’d scant let me make

My face is rose from rides and cold air;

Are you only another future mistake?

I talk about her like she’s dead

Everything changes once one second passes

Roses on Valentine’s, sweet things she said

My eyes dye the past with jade-tinted glasses

I kept all my pennies in a collection

Back when the walls in the kitchen were blue

Mirrors never showed my reflection

I think that was before I knew you

I was wearing a dress I no longer remember

And scattered her petals like scattering ashes

I was fine ‘till she poisoned me in frigid December

Back when I shattered my rose-tinted glasses