She Sits

SHE SITS

She sits holding
the White Rose
Thinking of him
Dreaming of what
could be
And what
has been.
She remembers
The past
The pain
The suffering
The broken trust
Wondering if she
could ever love again
She fingers the
White Rose as
She remembers
his smile
And the wanting
of his kiss
Knowing that it is time
to learn trust again.
But the fear holds her back
So She sits
And touches
the White Rose
Then at once
a calm comes over her
And she lays
the White Rose
On the bench
And smiles


As she walks away


To her new

Love!