He gave me a solitary rose the night we first kissed,
And I knew this kiss had sealed our fate.
Roses, like love, slowly whither, fade, and die.
One by one, each petal drops,
Weaving back-and-forth between the realms of time and space,
Leaving behind a naked stem.
Each fallen petal represents one less moment our love will endure.
Tonight, I find myself staring into the face of lost love,
Alone and vulnerable, surrounded by mounds of fallen moments,
Much like a flower's naked stem.
Time is measured in many ways, hours, minutes, seconds.
For me, time is measured in fallen rose petals.