I don’t want to remember you
with vile words spoken
hurting each other… terribly;
but with the red roses
and love letters carefully tucked
under my pillow…then.

I don’t want to remember you
with the irreconcilable differences;
but with white roses
and whispered sweet nothings
after every fight.

I don’t want to remember you
with the broken dreams of forever;
but with the peach roses
every weekend that found its home
in the comforts of my room.

I don’t want to remember you
with the unbendable pride and lies
that drew us apart;
but with the pink roses
you told me I am – faint in color
but struck you with a blow.

I don’t want to remember you
with the night we broke up;
but with the yellow roses
you brought me a day after;
not with drooped shoulders
when you left,
but with the spirit
when you won my heart;
not with the tears welling from your eyes
but with the laughter
that echoed when I accepted your love;
not with the skinny frail-looking man
but with the strength and enthusiasm
you shared with people.

I want to remember you
from this moment onward
as a memory of a special angel
who once swept me off my feet
and roses of every hue.

Goodbye dear angel!
Farewell to you!
Take your destined place
in the loving arms of our Creator…