Bloom

petals falling like snow upon the white marble gazebo could only hold my attention for as long as you spoke of our future. a future falling apart as quickly as the flowers that had once been in full bloom, wrapped around collums, and capturing the delight of those who walked by. now amongst the drying vines and coldness that seemed to turn everything to muted greys and blues I couldn't help wonder if you saw the world the same as I once did...but perhaps too late to save what was now just petals under our feet.