Congradulations Baywriter you are the winner of the 15th Poetry Contest! Baywriter A Stem in One Hand, Your Hand in the Other Oh, guilty rose, a luminous blood that smothers you softly. You have your reasons nestled in unspoken words. (We do love silence.) Shall I show you the grave? It’s still here, breathing against my neck. I must heed the dead, the memories lurking so clearly. I’m sorry, Love. (And I do love you.) But engravings on a headstone are not to be forgotten: “Loved and cherished by all.” Sweet words, true words. I still miss the man beneath the ground. Help me; I don’t want to anymore. I saw winter loiter over Earth, kissing spring, then summer. Oh, August is cruel to me, and this year has been so tauntingly long. Here we are, you and I, embodiments of the petals of romance. There we are, he and I. (Well, here I am.) Dead—he is dead. I know that. And when I forget, the guilty rose is mine to bear.