The Fallen Petal

The Fallen Petal


So much time
Lost
In the myriad
Of mysteries

The jumbled
Puzzle pieces
Failing to form
A photograph
Of the past

And in the present
There are

Days spent
Trying to remember
How it all began

Nights spent
Trying to forget
How it all ended

These endless actions are
Nothing more
Than the delicate dissection
Of memories misplaced

Empty hours
Reminiscent of

The vase
Once filled with
Purple iris
And pink roses

Still
The fallen petal
Waits

Remembering
The moment


Of beauty
Of grace
Of promise
Unfulfilled

The fragrance
Now so faded
Lingers yet

In the mind
Lost
In the myriad
Of mysteries.



~MWA
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