Yesterday's Lost Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Serenading myself in a pattern of evening rhythm,
taking me down paths strewn with rose petals
dying in the sunset.

Pouring all love down slanted sidewalks into
pools filled with spilled blood of lover's roses.

Letting go and never returning to capture an
essence of beauty in a midnight moon.

Lifeless, lying on the ground in a pool of blood-
red rose petals, left by a lost love in yesterday's
pictures of becoming death.