A Red Petal

A red petal

Fell from a rose

Above my head

It fell alone

 

Brushing my cheek

A tear was drawn

To accompany the petal

In its fall

 

The two were taken

By the wind

Rising they kissed

And became one again

 

Tear comforted

And absorbed

Embraced by the petal’s

Delicate form

 

At times I hear

The old thorn weep

Its beauty stolen

By the breeze

 

Left behind

Hard and sharp

Yearning for a softness

That couldn’t last.