Rose of Reminiscence

A withered rose

kept between the pages of an old journal.

Rather than immortalising its death,

you immortalise its liveliness.

Reliving past moments in the present

is a present in itself.

Each petal is intact in its place

as if those memories never faded into oblivion.

The wounds of imperfection

and the thorns of regret

were severed by childlike innocence.

On the precipice of joy and sorrow

lies bittersweet nostalgia.

Cherish.