2004-12-06 - 1:28 a.m.
i look down, see it there, and begin to laugh.
i can't help it.
i tried so hard.
i meant so well.
a simple romantic gesture to apologize for not being there,
for not being able to be there.
for everything. for anything to make things right.
and there it is- the sumation of my good intentions.
the single headless stem of a rose,
beginning to decay.
i can't find the blossom.
i should throw it out before it starts to smell.
or something.
i should dry it. or save it. or burn it.
or something.
But i can't-
i can't find the blossom.
