Token Rolls

With that simple placement
of a single red
rose in your tended
gravesite flowerbed

I say good-bye. Still I see
your face, hear your voice
in strangers conversing
as they do their jobs

in your hometown. Whoever reads
the message I attached to the thorn
will know the code
to break your inappropriate hold

on my life. Some symbols
need to die.

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