A petal falls
Slowly withering away.
It cascades down and turns into ash,
Blowing away as the wind sung.
The disappearance slowly increases
As the petals decrease.
All but one is gone.
The last rose left.
It’s as if every heartbreak,
Rejection and loss
Can contribute to another lost petal.
But, it does.
A petal travels down
Grazing the floor
And turning to ash.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
A petal falls
Slowly withering away.
It cascades down and turns into ash,
Blowing away as the wind sung.
