Lonely Rose

I stroll through the streets

a rose drifts through the air,

I pass by cobblestone shops

the rose is a single not a pair,

I reach the end of a path

the wind slows down,

I stare towards the horizon

my hands out palms down,

the wind picks up

I see the lonely rose,

I reach out for it, my hands cupped

it eludes me,

I reach again,

I give up, realizing it’s not meant to be

I head back home

Thinking how I almost took the bait,

I glare at lady love

Cursing her for this cruel fate