Left Behind

Inspired by a photograph taken by a good friend, a single rose laying on a park bench 🌹

This rose was given to someone, we do not know for why
Its silence tells of love… or was it just another lie
Just like a glass of water, does it drown or does it quench?
Was it meant to be left behind, upon this lonely bench?

Was it forgotten, or simply left behind?
A question whispers softly, anchored in our mind
Was it a memory, a secret in disguise?
Or just a fleeting trace of love left behind?

It was not thrown from anger, was it laid there with a sigh?
Was it laid there in sadness, or was it just left to die?
It could be for someone who passed, who used to sit and rest
Upon this bench with their best friend, To share, converse, and jest

Was it forgotten, or simply left behind?
A question whispers softly, anchored in our mind
Was it a memory, a secret in disguise?
Or just a fleeting trace of love left behind?

A single rose upon a bench, a story left untold
Petals fall like whispers, a truth we cannot hold
Yet in its quiet beauty, a longing we can find
A fleeting echo of the past, left gently behind

Was it forgotten, or simply left behind?
A question whispers softly, anchored in our mind
Was it a memory, a secret in disguise?
Or was it simply...
.. left behind. 🌹