After your goodbye,
I am bare,
Naked,
Exposed to the air,
But
I do not despair
For I know
Each tear
I cry for me and you
Falls here,
Swivels the soil and dew
And sprouts a rose,
Down from my toes
To my lips
And gives me a kiss
Adieu.
And for what this night is worth,
After the sunset dozes,
I shall walk my barren earth
And cry this cry of roses.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loss-roses/
