"black rosettes"

Those black rosettes

sewn upon your top hat.

Your riding boots

gently clapping on the streets,

and through the puddles of rain.

I waltzed down the sidewalks,

dangling a foot from the curb,

whispering dreams to the alleys,

and wishing stray cats could talk.

For my heart was disturbed.

I held your faded trench coat

pressed to my breast, and deeply

breathed in your lingering scent.

Then you ran to me, asked where I had been,

but I couldn't forget those black rosettes.

Your brow furrowed, your eyes cried to mine.

But I saw the puddles were empty and dry.

You kissed my cold hands.

Then we went off to our separate whimsy lands.

Lonely was I.

{Black Rosettes, by Maria Elyse}

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I've been working on this poem for at least a week, and I finally finished it. I was actually very nervous about posting it, as I've never finished any of my longer poems before, and I feel somewhat unsure of this one. I feel like it's my little baby that I don't want to let go of or something like that. I hope you all like it!

xo

Maria Elyse