You pointed the gun at me
and promised it was a rose,
then closed your eyes and whispered
so only you could hear,
it's a rose.
And I watched you tremble blind
in the garden where roses were all around
and why wouldn't you be holding one?
and for a moment you did until
you held nothing, the garden had emptied,
and I'd never been there at all.
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