A pink rose petal fell
Two edges curled, forming a point
It blew past, just heavy enough to catch on the patio’s rough slab, then tumble
Crumple, tear
.
Of course, it reminded me of you
Carried on life’s breeze
On your unsteady path
Head over heels, then flat on your face
And all possible positions in between
Crucified by lust
Pinned by regret
Speared by grief
.
CLP 30th June 2019