Heart poem

    Fragments  of black  hair
strewn            like              silk thread
across                              my sweater
how many                    times did I say
that your hair          gets everywhere.
It was too much  to be kept clean.
I wish I could still find those strands.
                      the
                rose      how
  beautifully            it wilted.
impatient                  to spend more
  of  my                          time with you
  I, like                            the rose’s life
  wilted          into          oblivion
Only to await  what I had lost.