Shards of Love

A poem

Photo by Georgia de Lotz on Unsplash

On the ground
there are dried petals,
they're from the red roses I gave you,
and they remain there
like symbols of past lives
droplets of tears shed
signs of times gone by
the dry, crackling petals,
are old sheets of paper, delicate,
to whom time has applied its law
as to us.

They are reminiscents of nature
now gone
these dry petals,
they are from those roses I gave you
in days of smiles and sweaty bodies
dancing to the sound of loving tenderness,
and the sparkles in our eyes
playing symphonies
while your eyes gazed into mine
holding in them the whole sea.

And now
I don't know,
I can't imagine
if these dry and brittle petals
are like the solitude of the sun
and why, since you left,
leaving only dry petals behind,
this cold continues to chill me.

And now, what do I have?
what's left are dry petals,
the silence of words,
a lack of livelihood
that reminds me, every moment,
of a beautiful
but painful past,
and the roses
that were alive in those days

© Rolando Andrade, 2025

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