silent petals drift from a blackened rose held loosely in one hand,
chased to the ground by soft drops slowly runing from fingertips,
rose eventually falls from weakend hand, forgotten carelessly as memories of a cherished time fade
her face the only thing left before blurry eyes
the good times forgotten, the pain, gone, the bed made,
soon his mind wanders, he sees friends long since past,
waving sadly they welcome him once more
breathing, heart, life, slows, eventually he falls and takes his last,
the wounds never to close, the heart never to heal
life drifts away
