Dead Roses On The Shelf

Dead Roses On The Shelf

A Poem by Elizabeth Fiske

Wanting to remember the memories of a past relationship forever...


I want to remember:
That beat in your chest.
The kiss of your breath;
A new kind of meth.
The sound of your laugh,
Holding me back
From my fears.
All of our tears,
Throughout our years.
The way you smiled at me,
Calling me your honey.
You holding my hand,
Even when I ran away,
Even when I died for a day.

The way you held me,

You really made me believe,

That I was special somehow.

The way you sleep.

The aching pain of regret


"How the hell could you ever forget?"

So I stare at myself,
In the mirror,
Next to dead roses on the shelf.
And I ponder
How I could've made you
A little longer.
But what isn't meant to be,
Soon burns into
Forgotten memories.

© 2011 Elizabeth Fiske

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Personally, one of my favorites from yours. It smells like fire, and sometimes that's a good thing. It's your initiation to something better for your life and a reminder, though painful, of why you left part of you behind.

Posted 11 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully penned! Captured me at the start. And I love the title too.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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2 Reviews
Added on April 11, 2011
Last Updated on April 28, 2011
Tags: breakups, love, regret, pain, alone, roses, poems


Elizabeth Fiske
Elizabeth Fiske

Monroe, NH

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