Today's prompt comes from a random observation on the way home from the bus station this afternoon: an abandoned flower in the rain.
The rain batters the petals,
Slide to the ground and settle,
Become a rippling mirror -
The answers are no nearer.
He will never understand
Why she turned from helping hands,
Why she must be on her own,
Why she left him on this stone.
His heart exposed to her pain
Like a flower in the rain.