hold me when im here....
..love me when im gone... talk to me about the flowers that lie dead on the floor... about those roses… those petals the colour of peaches and mild sunsets that lay scattered on the grey pavement… in the grey world… a scattered pattern of pasts no one forgets and no one lives… rich yellow and mild orange… a sunset i never saw, broken on the pavement…

….tell me about the roses on the snow… the ones that lay there for weeks, frozen in their velvet dreams… about the discarded dreams of crimson love… petals on the snow like tales of gentle blood…

tell me about the way they were bruised… tell me about the darkness that crept into their cores and bruised them as we walked on them… about the black folds that broke them… gently, gently…

tell me about those who throw roses on the floor…
…tell me about me…