at night's deepest and darkest hour

when a half lit moon

leaves me no light

leaves me alone

filled with emptiness

that is when my heart aches for you.

i lay cold under my sheets

saddened by the loss of your familiar, soothing voice.

turning over on my side

discovering a cold spot in my pillow

for my heavy head to rest

the last traces of your affection

clutched in my longing hand.

it was my connection to you

to all of the passion

the undying love you showered me with.

turning over once more

restlessly

that is when my heart aches for you.

i slip into a daze again

for i could not fall asleep

i turned my head to the pillow's opposite side

and notice

a freshly cut rose laying beside my hair

you must have placed it there

when i fell unconcious for a moment or so

could this be real?

is this symbol of love merely a fantasy?

my mind questioned.

but i believed.

believed as my fingers

reached over to gently trace the sweet smelling petals of the beautiful flower.

i slipped away again.

listening sweetly

to the heavanly tone of your voice

it began to lull me to sleep

you handed me the blood red flower

you placed it in my palm

and said,

"a rose for a rose."

when i had awakened

and the horrid moon finally hid itself

behind a cluster of bulky, ugly clouds

that was when my heart ached for you.

the rose was still laying in my presence

still laying beside me

i still believe..

you were here.