The rose of our love has died down,
But its colour paints my sepia memories.

Your beautiful face, captured in a picture,
Framed forever, on the walls of my heart.

All kinds of emotions wash over me,
Love, joy, grief and numbness.

Flashbacks in a kaleidoscopic memory,
Rush on the canvas of my blank mind.

Six weeks since you've been away,
I believe you're coming back, soon.

Alas, you don't come back like the recalls.
Freeze your smiles and my warm tears.

Take a deep breath~ tell myself to move on,
Wipe my eyes with your sweater,-

When deep down and inside,
I'm still waiting, as six years passed.

Still waiting outside the doors of your heart,
Knocking with a red red rose in my bleeding hand.