The Rose

A single, white rose
Accented by her black hair
His eyes focus on it
And he cannot look away
She sways to the music,
Held tightly in...
Someone else�s arms
He smiles sadly
Glad she�s happy
But wishing she was his
He wonders if she ever
Tires of dancing
At the end of the dance,
She leaves with her boyfriend
Who playfully tosses the rose on the ground
When the couple is gone,
He picks it up
And tucks it in the breast pocket of his jacket
Still smiling sadly,
He walks out into the night