‘Petals’ (a Poem)

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.

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