Red Rose-   by Chuck Messinger


It was a red rose that you gave to me, before you went away.
A red rose to remind me of the love we shared one day.
But I couldn’t believe you chose to leave,
and that I chose to stay.
Now the red rose is a part of us, though the blossom fades away.


It was a red rose that you sent to me, when a year had passed us by.
It arrived on a cold November day when clouds filled up the sky.
And I never could forget your smile, no matter how I’d try.
Still I kept that rose for many days
though at times it made me cry.


Now sometimes the road we choose to take,
it leads us far away.
And the memories that we’ve left behind, can never be replaced.
Still I hope to find someday among the photos that have aged.
A rose I placed there long ago, still red upon the page.