a poem by Rhea Gomez

Wish you were here beside me
To soothe me ‘n to caress me
Little things have become remembrances
Of a time well spent
There stands the photo frame
Etched in happy smiles
Afar the fire hearth crackles
Didn’t we once weave dreams?
The freshly cut roses seem to mock me
With their colours of life
Didn’t we decide to grow old together?
Wish I could steal ambrosia
I could have lived forever
With just you beside me.