Pain. Physical. Emotional.
Felt it all, in the distant past.
The present day.
And again, now the past.
You're a rose in the distance now.
Blessing others in your embrace.
But you had to go.
To get better. I wanted you better.
You fought with the violets in the distance.
You fought with the tulips in the distance.
You're a rose in the distance now.
Every year got harder.
Your petals wilted. Your stem cracking.
I saw the petals fall. Your stem cracking.
I was there. But not the end.
The tulips and the violets were there this time.
They got in the way. Formed a barrier.
I felt them devils.
Though I know they too are flowers.
You became more distanced.
Plagued rainfall came.
Swept you into the distance. You rose.
And now you're a rose in the far distance.
I cannot see you. Only remember you.
Rest in peace, Rose Quinn....
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