Dead rose lying there
He has his back to her

She is crying
Her knees drawn up
Close to her face
She sits like this


He can't hold the tear in
It slowly takes its course by gravity

He can never turn round now
She needs him

He can't be there

There is only yards away
But he can't
He won't

The rose is in the middle of the floor

It is dead
The card reads:

"I love You, I'm sorry"