and you were too cold.
It was a white rose
who wanted to
embrace you tight
to bring you
to barren avant-garden.
If you pause too long
in the wind
it is too long
before
you pause
in the wind.
It was too white a rose
to be cold in solitude.
With a plastic vase
I left you in the parking lot
between idle cars
and dashed out
in the dark.
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