like crystals you touched the glass
and it broke
your leaves at full bloom
but dust covers the path forward
why does your heart race
leave mine cold
i want to talk to you about it
about how the rose lost its color
the stem bent down
i don’t know how to fix it
this pain
how can you see it the same way after the earthquakes
because i see
your touch frosted flakes
and now the roses don’t grow here
