This was once a happy place
I for once was a happy face
But now there is just empty space
And for many years
These walls haven’t heard your name
But the roses smell the same

My plain dull trousers, your bright red dress
Lying around in such a mess
My only hope for happiness
Is not in clinging on
But in extinguishing the flame
Still the roses smell the same

Oh these beautiful damaging thoughts
Tie my mind up in knots
Leaving me to connect the dots
In the wild winter winds
And all through the sad seasons’ shame
Yet the roses smell the same

When I sleep I do not sleep
When I weep I do not weep
Only an illusion I do keep
When I give up
I’ll be closer than where I can now aim
While the roses smell the same

(c) Frank Solanki