The rose and the goodbye

A red rose… That was the last thing you gave me. The sun was setting, The breeze gently moved the petals, Like the rose already knew This was our final moment. I wanted to speak… To say something… But the words never came. They stayed stuck… Like this ache in my chest. Is this… goodbye? The silence between us Was louder than any word. The rose trembled in my hand, Saying everything… I couldn’t. I watched you walk away… Each step echoing… Like a lonely song in my heart. The rose was still fresh… But I could feel it slowly… Starting to wither. I wanted to call your name… To beg you to stay… To stop the clock… But all I did was hold the rose tighter. The rose… Is still here. But you… Are gone.