He always brought me roses
Knowing they were my favorite
Placing a single one in my hand
To enjoy the aroma and savor it



Escapism lets me wander
Down the path to yesterday
Retreating to the comfort there
Where happiness held sway



Perceiving a garden of flowers
A whiff of perfume emanates
Holding a bouquet of roses
As sweet aroma radiates



Surrounded by our yesterdays
In an ambiance of peace
Feeling his aura around me
Momentarily releasing my grief



His silhouette slowly fades away
My heart crying for his presence
A wraith of yesterday forever gone
The illusion only his essence



The sun withdraws to twilight 
And the mist of night encloses
Yet somewhere in the distant past
There is a delicate scent of roses



Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
July 14, 2007
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