15 August 2012
I stand in the door,
I silently sob,
It pains me to the core,
As I reach down,
I touch the petals of silk,
I wonder how it went,
Petals so soft like milk,
Petals that are reminders,
Of the things I lost,
I did it without thinking,
Of what it might cost
Petals Of Memory • Opuss № I