Sitting upon a bench where shadows creep,
Guarding her rose with secrets to keep.
Dense fog transcends over her ghostly face,
Painting a hallucination none can trace.
Diary kept open, thoughts left undone,
Pages soaked in the coldness of the sun.
She mourns alone, a love lost forever,
A promise to bloom together.
No tears shed, nor cries aloud,
Mystic trees drifting through shroud.
In her dreams he lingers unseen,
Her heart bearing his memories within.