2005 was a year replete with

2005 was a year replete with thorns

Midway through I found a Rose

And for a few minutes - for two months

With him I found repose

Alas- good is temporary

Yet malevolence - ad infinitum

I never saw the Rose again

I never could find'im

15+ years later

The memories still remain

Maybe that Rose will remain a memory

Maybe we'll meet again

This poem is about: 
Me

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