A Rose for Emily

It’s a strange thing to mourn those who are still alive

File away the past into another archive

In the flames we burned away, I tried to contrive

A method to the madness, a way we could thrive

They say once it is ashes, you cannot revive

A Rose for Emily, just as lovely as her

All roses wilt, never the same as they once were

I hold onto them, though they can’t last forever

Gripping the stem, but the petals fell to the floor

They scattered and blew away, and then I was sure

Goodbye dear friend, thank you for all the memories

Paradise lost, no need for your apologies.