Dear Rose

Have you ever wondered why fire never stops spreading?

How all it takes is the smallest flame to spark the greatest beast?

How it spawns from nothing until it consumes everything?

 

Well you should know,

that your joy is my fire.

 

The way your laugh erupts

from the depths of your heart

and echoes inside mine.

 

You leave hints of love wherever you go:

 

the little notes you place

on the dashboard every night

that I read every morning;

 

the white roses you leave

on the kitchen table

in your grandmother’s glass vase.

 

They remind me that

you will always be there.

 

And even when you aren’t,

you’ll still be my fire.

 

Because fire never stops spreading.

Robyn Roznitsky