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.