Gone

The smell of sweet rose is what I miss. Your pink cheeks and red lips, now, I do not see. The smooth waves of your hair like silk are gone. The glow from your brown eyes turned dull. I see much face, few that I know. White and black, no pink and red, save the red rose on your bed. You are my all but you left me in woe. I oft cry at night to see you sleep and now that you are, my tears won’t stop. Can’t breathe, I drown in grief. Wait for me in the crypt.