As petals fall from a dying rose So we have bloomed and now fall apart Petal by petal we part What held us together gradually lets loose it’s hold and we fall. Petal edges, tainted and windblown loosened and shed in soft breezes to fall gently, alone lying forlorn and lost. Cut off from its life- blood Fragments of our life together have fallen, loosened by storms and failing vitality weakened and aged. Cut off from our life-blood We drop apart as petals from a dying rose.
