please bring a rose

 



it's been ten years
since you left and I
still don't know what
happened to us

maybe it was because
the streets became too
cracked and dirty

maybe it was because
someone murdered
Christmas

maybe it was because
Viet Nam fell and it
took decades to finally
catch up with us

maybe no one left and
I died
and now this is my own
corner of hell

but whatever the reason
was

should you ever decide
one left handed evening
when--

the stars laugh at
god

the heart sits alone
at a rainy bus stop

the diamond hard
thoughts of reason
fail--

that you've taken the
wrong exit and want
to stop and visit

please bring a
rose