Just add music...

When you read this, be sure to play some music.
A random tribute to my passing memory: A light-bulb’s
flicker in your life.
Yet you’re still there in mine - a minefield of emotion.
My only epic tale - the stir in the mix of loves
I never had.
The green in the fallen brown leaves I shed every season,
Bar one summer seen together in your presence!

Two roses sit there on my dining table
– one red, one faded white: An almost broken neck.
Red, I only water; white, I speak to; and speak in your memory.
Only one watches
And must suffer as I do, watching with thirst,
Suckling only on moistened morning dew, when windows open.

Red wills not water, but to hear also thereof.