Last Petal

Like a petal falling down,
from the most beautiful flower.
Each swift movement.
Down to the wretched mud surrounding the meadow.

Yet it's no meadow,
more of an empty field.
Once filled with the magnificent scent,
the wonderful smell of love.

But me, I had to ruin it.
Go torture the seasonal magic.
But what's done is done,
there is no turning back.