My First Rose
Mar 8, '09 6:04 AM
i was checking my old email account when i chanced upon an old email sent to me by a friend way back in 2001. it's a free verse and i really like it. dunno who wrote it though.***** MY FIRST ROSE *****
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>The sunlight shone with suspended dust
>particles
>as it illuminated my
>skin.
>I watched in awe, as a leaf cascaded from a
>branch and executed,
>gracefully,
>a lovemaking dance with it before it
>finally
>kissed the supple cheeks of
>the earth.
>A hidden chirp was chirping a song from
>among
>the arms of a nearby tree.
>Unlike Josh, I need not understand it to
>appreciate it.
>I stood up and brushed short blades of
>grass off
>my jeans. Stuffing my
>cold
>hands in my jeans pocket, I took steps,
>moving
>to the motion of leaving.
>"Kathy", I heard him whisper. I knew he was
>there. I saw him come in the
>iron gates. But I never expected him to
>call me
>as if he wanted to have
>anything to do with me again.
>We spent quiet mornings together, shared
>warm
>laughter. Built
>sandcastles.
>Embraced our dreams.
>That was way back. When he was still my
>best
>friend. It was my fault, I
>guess. Eventually, what started out as
>friendship turned into something
>deeper for me. I felt more for Josh, and
>because
>of such, I wanted more
>from
>him. I clung onto him as if he was a
>long-lost
>teddy bear. Josh is a man
>like no other. He sensed what was going on
>inside of me...
>One morning, I woke up to find him turning
>his
>back, perhaps not on our
>friendship, but to that thing I wanted to
>become
>of us.
>As we went on about our own ways, I watched
>him
>go on wonderfully
>without
>me, and with that, I watched myself as my
>life
>fell apart without him.
>He never noticed me. Not since then. And I
>am so
>taken aback now that
>he's
>here. His eyes were sad as he walked
>towards me,
>but I could breathe in
>overwhelming calmness from it. He took a
>few
>more heartbeats before he
>stopped just a breath from me, as if
>measuring
>his steps unsurely.
>He looked at me the way I always wanted him
>to,
>for the very first time
>in
>my life. His eyes were casting heavy
>glances on
>my every fiber, saying
>things I've always imagined him say in my
>dreams.
>I smiled. Silently thanking him for coming.
>Meekly stretching out an
>arm,
>holding open for him to touch. But I
>hesitated,
>and stuffed my hands
>back
>in
>my jeans pocket. Foolish me.
>He smiled back, such sweet smile was the
>only
>hint of color on his face.
>He breathed in so heavenly, seeming to
>catch my
>scent with his sense to
>keep
>it within him to remember.
>Closing his eyes, a furrow finding its path
>on
>his brows, he pulled out,
>from behind him, a single white rose.
>For me?
>Are you sure? I wanted to ask him.
>All my days and nights I stared at him like
>he
>was a lost star. Every
>single
>heartbeat, I spent nurturing my seemingly
>pointless endearment of him.
>My
>diary is still stained with every tear I've
>shed
>for this man.
>Now he's here. Holding out a single white
>rose.
>For me?
>For me.
>A tear warmed my face as the cold wind
>lapped on
>my skin.
>Lifting the flower to his lips, he gave a
>soul
>with his kiss.
>"I wish you all the sweet things you
>deserve",
>he said gently, almost
>whispering, lowering the flower on the
>softness
>of the grass.
>As he knelt on the ground above me, he
>never
>noticed me. Not till then.
>And
>I am so taken aback, that among the stones
>within this quiet green, he
>walked over and recognized me, after so
>long.
>And he came over to give
>me
>something I never had when I was living.
>As I felt myself ascend to the sky, the
>wind is
>cradling me in its soft
>arms, I watched Josh from above.
>I saw the tears escape his eyes before he
>even
>caught his face with his
>hands.
>I saw him break down, the way I did the day
>he
>left me. Now I'm leaving
>him,
>and I guess he finally learned how it hurts
>to
>lose one's best friend.
>I saw his shoulders heave with mourning as
>he
>traced a finger on my
>flower.
>The flower carries with me through this
>unfamiliar journey.
>I lived my life loving Josh.
>I lived my life unloved.
>But it's like being reborn.
>When he came forth today.
>It's sad it had to take my death for Josh
>to
>come back.
>it's sad it had to take my death for him to
>give
>me a single white rose.
> My first Rose....
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