Red rose on cold stone bleeds

consuming crimson seeping

through apathetic cement.

.

Apathetic cement bleeds silver

like innocent nonchalance and

slivers of hope.

.

Silver meets red and supernova

explodes in a feat of stellar impossibility

for neither cares much for sense.

.

Then cement hardens and

red rose becomes dead rose

and supernova implodes into black hole.

.

Dead rose is black like rich

expanses of night and its petals

are paper like meaningless love notes.

.

Apathetic cement watches impassively

as dead rose is swept into the

beckoning arms of sea.

.

Passionate sea devours dead rose until

it is blown into smithereens causing

a tiny ripple; a silent scream.

.

Then cement is apathetic no

more but it is a binder and

holds itself together.

.

The casual footfalls of children

echo through the floor and cement

clutches at its tattered remains of hope.

.

a/n: that came from seeing a withered rose. yes, the first verse/stanza/paragraph/whateveryouwanttocallit was intended to be excessively wordy and extravagant in terms of syllables. make of that what you will.