Autumn Breeze

In the silent observation of the night,
the breeze back combs my hair then chases
golden autumn leaves across the grass.
Still, I remember, and you do too.
So I brought you a rose - a single yellow rose
to match the red one you brought for me.
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when I found you.
Laying limp and helpless on the grass.
The moonlight bounced off the bare trees
giving a ghostly look about the place...
I remember, and I know you do too.
So, here I am, again. I had that two
piece rose pressed, so I'll always have you near.
Laying the rose, I'll break it in two;
it symbolises my heart and it will be forever yours.
Kissing the stone, I turn around.
I'm greeted by the chilly autumn breeze as
it lays a kiss on my sodden cheek,
in return.

* This poem has several meanings and important points are emphasised for this reason. I didn\'t know which category to place this one in.