A Red Rose

When you think you have finally found the one and...

I was living in a house of gloom
The house was deserted, empty were the rooms
The bleak garden had no flowers to bloom
Through the cracked window, I used to see the sky without moon

One day someone knocked at the door
Too scared to open, I counted till twenty four
Mustering the courage, I opened the door
I found a rose lying on the floor

The next day, I again found a rose
I picked it up & put it in the vase again
Slowly it became a habit I can't dispose
The urge to meet the stranger was driving me insane

The next day, I was waiting at the gate for him
All the ifs and buts left my mind
When I saw him with a rose, changing my autumn to spring
Slowly his sight became a whim, his voice resembled violins

The house of gloom became bright
The empty rooms now echoed light
The bleak garden now flourished with flowers
As we both sat under the window, watching the moon for hours

Then one evening, I gave him a red rose
Suddenly there was a wave of questions in those
Pristine eyes. I confessed I've become his love's victim
That I've kept each blonde rose in my vase till it filled to brim

But I found out that I was wrong,
His roses never symbolized that love all along
"They were meant for a friendship, I apologize."
With this, he left with a look of sympathy in his eyes.

The brightness of the house was no longer in sight
The empty rooms were craving his light
The flowers in the garden withered white
I watched through the window with a blonde & a red rose,
the moonless night
As the house of gloom which was my heart
Shattered in a million pieces at last. ~Ankita

Author's Note

And...you find you were wrong. Yes that's an invitation to excruciating pain. I've been through it and I guess it was my fate, wasn't it?