Wilted Roses

I could have said it's quite amusing

But that for sure I won't be using

He's coming here for years on end

And flowers bought - like time in sand

Keeps pouring down onto the ashes

Sometimes it feels like his head bashes

Some sort of wall of saddened love

And goes and goes, like never torn

He seems like character of movie

He comes to buy with love, or fury

And asks for lilies, then the iris

And as confusion then arises

He shuts his own flamboyant self

Requesting roses, every shelf

And every shelf of every type

Of roses I had kept so tight

I wrap and hand him over

Like he would be obsessive lover

An never once he seems to buy

The gift to someone, as it might

I once had managed to acquaint

A person, writer, friend of friend

And during sitting in his home

He told a story - light that shone

He said his neighbour has a green house

Around in backyard of his house

And madly, daily there's a fellow

That brings and fills in more and more

With roses that are bright before

Then die in vases without water

In that green house there is a sculpture

Been looking like a sort of vulture

Yet days go on to show

That wilted roses keep to grow

Within that place like it's obsession

A cherished love, or great regression

I've never once had been so silent

And curiosity had piqued

Yet I decided to be valiant

It felt like history repeat