Roses

She looks around the room
And finally finds it;
What wasn't there before.
She spots the blood- red rose
Wound in black satin ribbon.
Slowly she glides toward it,
Hand outstretched.
Wanting to grasp it,
To be sure it's really there,
But scared as well.
Scared of the truth.
If the ribbon and rose are there,
Then it means he is not.
That he never will be.
She grabs it and holds it to her heart,
Sobbing for the reality.
She screams and rushes from the room.
She runs away from the place
Of so much anger and hate,
But also of so much love.
She runs away, but does not escape
For she still carries the sign.
The sign of her loss.
She runs to the lake and sees
Her real bloody rose
No longer breathing,
Still clutching her picture
And the ruby- hilted dagger.
She screams and grabs it,
Turning it on herself.
She plunges it into her own body
And falls beside him,
Never letting go of her roses.
She clutches them both tighter
Sobs, "I love you"
And draws one last breath,
Never letting go.