I Still Feel Her

Just like my Petunias and Roses 

She stays with me forever, 

She caresses me and loves me 

And promises to part with me never. 

Though I know she is untrue 

For there is not a thing that stays with you. 

However, I choose to live with this lie 

'Cause sometimes things are better pretty than true. 

I can still feel her breathe- 

Breathe close to me like she used to, 

Alas, I don't see her anymore but

I choose to be called blind than untrue. 

I can feel her stare at me and smile, 

But I don't feel her sad anymore

I think her laugh is no more fragile. 

I can feel her talking to me 

Talking to me in a voice no longer in pain, 

I still feel her running along- 

Running along the petrichor of rain. 

I can still feel her crying- 

Albeit crying tears of joy for she no longer a slave, 

I can still feel her holding my hands

As I lay my roses on her grave.