The Breaking

I wish you knew the roses bloomed,

The red more hued than pink.

Together once, I had assumed,

A heartbreak on the brink.

The edges of my glass have dried,

Atoned, my hands have shaken.

Each fingertip was surely pried,

And pride was surely taken.

To long for dawn as sun is drawn -

Enough is said with that.

To long upon a love begone?

A proper diplomat.

Profound enough, an aspen’s root.

Their eyes a plea for silence.

Bury tree’s forbidden fruit,

And stems revert to violence.

Memories now, adorned in sorrow

Drape across our distance.

A lonely path to face the morrow,

When forcing time’s resistance.

So when I see the petals fall,

Performing for the aching;

I find my life, if at all,

Determined by the breaking.