Atrophic Rose

No feelings hidden from you
Yet, you chose not to respond

No tears shown to you
Yet, you chose to respond

Deep within chaos
You rose, a bud
When it wishes to be yours
You allow, withering

The petals that enclaves each other
Brought the perfect symmetry
To it, to be, to yours
You allowed it to hither
Amid the wanderers, further and farther
Aside the meandering wind’s cart

Now,
It lays all scattered amidst the concrete path
Treaded, ruptured, bereft of life
Befallen before you bit by bit,
Fragrant to the cosmos, not you