Tender offerings

I woke with the sun
To find a rose on a neighbor’s windshield
And it was still there as the skies greyed.

Someone thought someone was the one
But as the day steeled
There the rose laid. 

And when I glanced across the room
The rose was propped against a tree.

Unrequited was the bloom
A tender offering from thee.

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