rose
thick hair
are full of secrets
it acts like a tangled vine
around the lock of a precious diary
of hidden maps of treasures
the wine we sipped
fueled our heart strings
to ring once more
you waited for far too long
for her to open up
her hair kept winding up tightly
around your toes and foes some more
the itch of the past
on her scalp
each of her hair
played a role of one regret
you kept teasing her
and she kept easing you to her tease
she said she forgot about her lease
maybe you would not mind the spare keys
you agreed happily
felt the hair prick
down your spine
maybe you were lying
last night
we sat on the porch nearby
where we splurged on the wine
a decade behind
she rose.
the porch your headstone.