That Single Rose

This once filled space warm
Familiar as a fresh picked
Bouquet of roses now sits
On an open window sill
Fragrant and yet - missing
That single rose
The rose of completeness...

This now empty space cold
Unknown as a vernal rosebud
Holding the promise
Of fragrant tomorrows
Blossoming once again
Warm and familiar - into
That single rose
The rose of completeness…

For Peggy