Roses 'round the door
That mock me now,
Provoking thoughts of
Yesterday, and how,
We threw away a love
Once strong and true,
And empty rooms resound
With ghosts of you.

I've packed my bags
This final time and yet
I linger in the hall
Lest I forget
The passion and the pain
And days of laughter,
False promise of
A happy ever-after.

The sign says 'sold',
Today, I take my leave
The beauty of the rose,
Belies the loss I grieve,
Their splendour cannot
Lift this leaden hour,
There's nothing sweet in
Love turned winter sour.