Dear Sally

Dear Sally, 
The prom queen,
I see your fake smile that you put on. 
I see your deep blue eyes hiding your pain. 
Her soul was a garden.
She needed flowers. 
All she had was dirt and a single rose.
The rose was dying. 
Then the rose died. 
Nobody wanted to water it.
I wish I did. 
But wishing won’t bring the flower back to life: 
I’m sorry Sally I let you down.