White Petals

As I left today
I noted the petals that had
fallen on the path
white and unblemished

It felt symbolic and
I knew what those white petals
stood for

Not hope; not purity;
not loving eternally
But goodbye
The petals told me to say
g o o d b y e
To say, jamais...
nevermore!

Though my tread was heavy above them
the raindrop petals gently
clung to my thoughts
and puddled at the bottom of my heart

Oh, how soft they are!
Oh, how they make me ache.
They've put such sorrow in me
(I know they are right)

With reluctance
and a nuance of inevitability,
I murmur goodbye
Not aloud, but every inch of me feels it
like a bruise forming

Only, the white petals swish around
in my brain, satisfied
But their blankness
can't blot out the picture of you
that I hold, and surely will
pour toujours
Their influence could never be so strong
as to erase completely
you

(No, I don't think anything could make me forget now.)




{This was inspired by something that happened today. I wrote it sitting on my bed, a gossamer sadness woven between my fingers. I cannot elaborate on what it is all about. It's ridiculous, it really is. And it's nothing very serious. Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself.
Actually, these past couple weeks I've been rather happy. But there are moments, sometimes days of sadness. And since I always write when I'm feeling low I probably appear to be constantly depressed. I'm not, don't worry. :)
In other news, I made a formspring because, well, I felt like it. So, go ask me anything you like, safely cloaked in the anonymity of the internet. :P}



{Picture found here.}