From my hands, the precious jewel you left me fell to the ground.
Shattered and broken, scattered and lost, I am nothing now.
The warmth of an early summer rain encases my withered heart.
A trembling wallflower, a phantom in the garden, a burden.
Rosemary and sapphire, pearl and lace, pure white and blood red.
Our love was a tragedy and a catastrophe.
In the cold fruit of death sleep the cruel seeds of life.
Pomegranates and hope are just false promises.
A bittersweet comedy holding my memory.
Golden apples and time are just false eulogies.
Rose petals choking my lungs, thoughts of what could have been.
I am plagued by sleeplessness and squandered praises.
Your indifference sings and cries a cacophonous requiem for me.
In the rosy dawn, the searing noontide, the ephemeral twilight.
I will remain here, lovely and abandoned, devastated and haunting.