Solemn Flowers.

Beneath the city lights, a serene tear shines,
As she curses herself for ignoring the signs,
Tracing the laughter lines beside her bright eyes -
She holds the solemn flowers and softly sighs.

A tear falls down onto the bare hardwood floor,
As she looks to the cross where you silently swore,
Your wedding vows, twenty long years ago;
And outside, the golden stars are faintly aglow -

But she holds her hands up to the charcoal sky,
Shaking, as she remembers all of your petty lies,
And her heart, it sinks to her feet, crumbling in agony,
As she screams: "How could he do this to me?"

But in her aging hands, she holds on tight -
To the solemn flowers, roses - black and white,
And in her vivid blue eyes, the world still turns,
Masking her sincerity, her lesson is learned.

-Jenna Elphick
April 29, 2007