This gifted rose,
it's yellowness fading.

Advanced
willingly at whim,

from a hospital's
garden,

in favour of
platonic love,

amid a noiseless
sea of sympathy,

cigarette smoke
& good regard.

Its hue now
that of sickly skin,

damaged curtains,
and aging walls,

running
throughout these
halls.

Committed
despite deterioration;

for vibrancy,
if begotten, can still be
captured,

new light willing
always able to be shed.