Fallen Petals

  He loved you…. he loved you not.     A marriage now cold, that once was hot.     Now that it’s over, what have you got? • • • FREEDOM!

She Loves Me Not

I plucked a flower from a garden. The best one I could find, in hopes to find the answer to a question on my mind. I began to pull the petals. slowly, one by one. What will be the answer when I come to the last one? “She loves me…she loves me not.” The petals start to...