You were the flower and I the petals,
  but over time we dulled and the taste
                              was nothing like before..

           I lost each petal of affection for you,

till all that was left was a stem,
                void of what had flourished.

the stem a tombstone of consequences,
       a monument that not everything that
                          blossom was meant to last.

I drifted into tomorrows and you found
                         that you could grow again,


somewhere new without me.