Roses are waiting

Ref: http://davidnaylor.org

Last night, she was here.
I was trying to smell her in my clothes.
She said she's coming the next day.
So I got red roses and walked through the frost.
I covered her roses for they might wilt,
And poured lotion on my skin to feel her touch.
I waited.
"Hello," I said.
"Tomorrow, may be," she answered.
Roses are waiting.