Gone

I want to say 2002...

Rose petals perfume the air
Dried and pooled like clotted blood
See them floating everywhere
Raining hard on rotted wood

Hands are raised to touch your name
Carved deep in slate grey stone
Gone to a place beyond my lips
Forever now I am alone

But cold in death as you may be
We are not far apart
Because you are still alive to me
In the hollows of my heart