The Rose

I look at the rose my lover once left
It dies and dies each day
I pray for my lover in Iraq
Along with the rose
They are connected in a scary type of way
When I forget to water the rose
My lover is shot in the chest
When it is watered the next day
My lover survives the wound
A month goes by with a slight brown rose
Not being watered everyday
I get a call and my lover has been bombed
I water the rose that same night
He has lost his legs they say
But he survived the bombing
I pray harder and harder for my lover who has left
Now it has come
He is coming home
That day I forget to water the rose
And before his departure
When he arrived at the plane
An ambush begins
This time he did not survive
All because I didn't water the rose

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