Rosebud

I wanted to keep you alive, in the small waterford bud vase near our bed, the one the minister spoke of, on our wedding day. There was always a rosebud in the vase, you'de replace the dead one, then I would, we took turns, the rose our rogue child, that breathed a fragrance of the eternal bloom..... and that night that you died, I put two buds in the vase, hoping that your parting was no more than last nights dream.