Rose Sitting in a Glass of Water

I love how we can just sit and talk
about anything.

Most times, when I get quiet,
I am thinking about everything
outside of the moment.

As much freedom as we have
with each other,
how much do we really hide?
If anything at all?

When I look at you,
I’ve found the perfect reason to smile
as we both stare up at the sky.

One day, we’ll both be old,
and when that time comes,
how many memories of each other
will we truly remember?

My hand, like a root, attached to yours.

Unfortunately, time has a selfish tendency
to weave through the garden of life.

And when it does,
I’ll look back at these moments
and remember you as the rose
that sat on my table in a glass of water
and how much life
we’ve both poured into each other.