Chapter 1
Today they celebrate roses—
red for love, pink for promise, white for peace.
I searched my hands for one,
but all I found was absence.
Once, I believed roses were about giving.
Now I know they are about waiting—
waiting for someone
who once knew the weight of your name
on their lips.
If I had a rose today,
I wouldn’t place it in your hands.
I’d leave it where we last stood,
so it could learn how love lingers
even after footsteps disappear.
Some flowers are never meant to be plucked.
They bloom inside the chest,
thorn by thorn,
teaching the heart
how to bleed quietly.
So yes, it’s Rose Day.
And somewhere between fragrance and pain,
I’m still growing one for you—
even if you never come to see it.
— Robotic Rooh
