Love like a rose bella time

What to do in a sun shine. I saw her today as I walked. I went for coffee and it was a wink and memory. A space of nothing in between. A longing. It makes room but means nothing. I ding for me, that's why a bell is nailed to my wall next to a rose painting. The real roses are next to the window shade of a money tree. I water her once a week, but they're still just stems. I was told the leafs meant they were still alive, but I don't know.