The path was strewn with petals.
Fading daylight
Rested on your fingers
Your chest
Your eyes
That would never again
Behold the changing seasons:
Never marvel at the spring buds
That appear in warmer days,
Or watch birds taking flight,
Turning towards home
As winter closes in.
They reminded us:
Love is never lost.
The path was strewn with petals
For you.
