A Rose Without Petals

This sound I hear is one of loneliness

It is also the sight I see in your eyes

As it is the same sight that I see in my own

We hid it with the smiles that we bear

In turn away from it

While pretending to be preoccupied

So we do not have to deal such an emotion

Maybe it’s there because we were abandoned

Or the ones that had we held so close

Have joined those that are no long living

And are fading with these bittersweet departing memories

That we are beginning to loosely hold

But, this is not what makes us lonesome

That imprisonment belongs to our foolish incapability to accept change

For we sit in moments gazing at our past

Remembering what was once so sublime

You see change

Is a matter of time that will always remain that which is inevitable

Yet, love is eternal

Even if it is lost to some

It lingers, so it can be found again

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~

A rose without petals is just a dying flower that is bound to bloom again.