Rosemary

It was a time of new meaning
that day that we met.
I didn't know whether
to call you Rose or Mary.
Your name was Rosemary
but you liked being
called Rose.
How we spent the hours
chatting and then
not knowing what to say.
The time we had
was so precious to us.
We talked of taking pictures.
But we never took any
because there was always tomorrow.
Our time together was shortened.
I will never forget
how I lost you while loving you
in my arms and watching you fade away.
Our lost love and our last day.
Lost love.