the rose

He placed a rose on her headstone

In the mornings she was
awakened by the smell of a rose
placed on her pillow

He knew that if he waited
the rose would rouse her
from her slumber

The story on her headstone
would fade as the scent
enlivened the air between them

The rose would destroy the myth
She would awake

She always did



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