Red Roses

Gorgeous, beautiful, red roses

With the red petals all out in the open

Being on top, connected by a prickly stem

I remember when you had your roses out

In your garden with your lilies, orchids, and tulips

Roses were always your favorite

Specifically red ones

Because they’d match with the shirt you wore

They’d match your shoes

They’d match your hair

They’d match your eyes, your heart, and your soul

You loved gardening

You loved me gardening with you

You loved me taking walks with you

You loved me singing to you

You loved me dancing with you

You loved me having good times with you

You loved me

I loved you

Your smile

Your laugh

Your energy

Your sense of humor

Your kindness

Your deep, placid nature

I loved you

Which is exactly why

When I showed up to your funeral

After it was over

When I was the last person there

Around your grave

Just looking down at your tombstone

I brought red roses with me

Your favorite

I bent down and placed red roses

On the dirt which you are now buried in

I got back up, standing there, and smiled

Just like how you did when you saw those red roses