• A rain of petals.

    One by one they drop.

    And I think of him

    as they hit the blacktop.

    His smile, his laugh

    How he was nice to me

    How he still cared, even

    when he broke my heart totally.

    The last petal left

    and my heart is dead taut.

    As it drops to the floor, I realize

    He loves me not.