Love is Lonely

My dera

My dera
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Maybe my desk was bare today
maybe I lost sands of time
maybe there was no room left in my heart
but there was a corner, cozy corner
in the sunset light
and a single rose lay dying there
as if placed by a playful child
the fragrance of rose
swept the room
as the window
sash was lifted by chance
the thought of you
crossed my mind
as evening dusk began to dance
with the stars
and a little bird whispered
to me as often little birds do
that I neglected to check
if the rose had a name
I peeked
and the rose’ name was you