Author’s note: Another in the Language of Flowers series.
I walk these empty halls
Like a shadow from a crack.
I knew that we were done
The moment the last rose turned black.
Your smell has all but faded,
No more posies must be bought.
Instead I’ll buy a coffin
To show that it was thought.
I promise not to move
Too quickly through the dark.
Monsters’ hands will grab me fast
And burn in deep your mark.
Baby’s breath is sweet
And bellflowers work nice too.
I’ll gather them together love,
But I’d rather send black roses up to you.
White clovers and carnations
Never cease to shine.
Blue violets add that extra touch,
But I think black roses will do fine.