The restlessness
And to the childish act
Where petals are scattered
Around me
When I did the counting
She loves me
And she loves me not
With me this rose too suffered
When last petal is left
And I had to say she loves me
I doubt then why I suffer
And when last petal is left
And I had to say she loves me not
Then again, I think why me alone
She left me to settle into the silence
One upon another
The layers of darkness
I fear from the ground
Where scattered seeds
Lying to go inside
But the ground is hard with no cracks
She pushed me from the cloud nine
And in this abandonment
What do I count?
Our kisses, our closeness
Stillness of time
Or the lifeless petals.