Petals in The Wind

Have you ever seen it drift away,

The petals from a flower?

When the wind blows, no matter how robust the plant,

Doesn't it still blow away?

It is the same as a bond rooted in love

Still strengthening through lies and deceit.

Eventually it reaches that point where the tales become too much,

And it is impossible not to let the love slip away

But I have chosen to hold on.

Never have I held such fragility so tightly.

The wind screams at me to let go.

How dare it tug and pull at your tenderness?

I can't let go.

Not after all the gardening and weeding.

He helped prune and water,

Helped keep you beautiful.

We cared for you like a child.

Watched you grow and misbehave.

Took turns when we both couldn't see the right way.

Even as we both neglected you and the dark sun took away your energy,

When you could no longer feed and were covered in the rubble.

You persevered and stayed strong.

We grew you so well that you could live on beyond us.

But the wind.

She is proving to be much too strong.

We took too long to return,

Too long to protect you,

Too long to tell the her “NO!

We want it!”

Now I grab as much as I can and I hold these petals dearly.

From across the field I see him save some and weep.

I smile seeing that after so long we still both care for you.

But that smile fades as the petals from his hand and flutter past my face

Is our love now too much?

He wishes for his grip to be stronger but the elements, say “Let them go.”

Do we listen to howls of the wind?

Now we are each left with one.

From across the field we weep as we hold on.

The drops giving it life.

But in his eyes I see the hole.

The one eating my insides.

Fueling the emptiness in my eyes

Never do I return to the field.

Leaving my insides hollow,

But looking through the hole in my eyes I see other innocent petals drift.

- Mes. G