One Red Rose

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As I sit there waiting with a single red rose in my cold hands,

I try to remember the good times,

Houw he taught me how to make cartoons,

My favorite one was a guy in a car.

 

How I would walk into the house,

And he would be there smiling.

How he would always say,

"Who is that?" or "Who's that big girl?"

I always knew he knew who I was

 

I'm standing in a room with a single red rose in my hand.

Waiting...for those words,

The words that will go through me

As if someone stabbed a knife in my heart.

 

The young man stands up as tall as a giraffe.

He speaks, "Let's pray as we say our last goodbyes to Edward Trebing."

 

I start to cry.

My eyes are like sprinklers watering the rug below me.

The knife stabbed me right in the middle of my heart...

I'm sad, I'm tired, I'm wet, I am afraid.

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