Purple Petals
Fallen purple petals
Withered with the passing days
If only I could have uttered
That shatteringly simple phrase
I'm sorry
Very sorry
It seems like only children weep
When it comes to things so small
Yet so profound
But with beauty long since passed
The sun then came and went
Making a steady enemy of gravity
And so from your porcelain perch
The petals began to fall
Dropping down to the tablecloth
Taking petals, leaves, and all
I wondered what had killed you
Was it the lack of bright sunshine
Or was it something more subtle
Yet far from benign
I wished there was a way
To preserve your vivid purple plumage
But the atrophy of time again commenced
And in the end
With the wilting
And the fading of faint purple
All else around you continued on
As if nothing had occurred
