Roses bloom in sunlight

and you always said-

(you always said)

that I was a rose.

But roses bloom in sunlight

So why did you hide me

in your cave of memories?

They smother me, choke me

I stand with you, my fingers curled

around yours . . . invisible beside

charisma and charm. I fade . . .

Will you ever notice me again?

Why

if

we

were

once

in

love

have you forgotten me so quickly?